1 Mandela effect ch1

"Well that's some weird shit," Javier said when they were only a couple blocks from work. Alex was behind the wheel of his 95 Chevy P.O.S. driving back to their apartment complex. (If I didn't know better I'd swear this light hates me, every day since I started at the steel mill and drove this road the light would purposely stop me) Alex thought. "What's that," he asked as Javier was rolling up a jay in the passenger seat. " I swear that gas station was on the other side of the road" he answered.

As Alex looked to the right expecting to see the rundown gas station that they have been a regular at for ten years, he saw the abandoned building that was supposed to be across the street. "Hey man maybe you should cut back on smoking for a while," Alex said and chuckled. While he was saying it though he was wondering how they both were wrong about something they drove past every weekday for eight years. "Hey man greens the only thing letting me deal with this shit lately" he answered.

Alex had to admit that things were getting weird for a few months now. "I saw online it's called the Mandela effect. It's where things change and different people remember different details." chocked out my best friend as he lit up the fattie from the last of the car sack.

I've known Javier since tenth grade when his brother broke my nose for calling his sister a nasty ass skank. It might not seem like the start to a ten-year friendship but it wasn't entirely his fault. I had been dating his sister, Rosa, for a couple of weeks only to find out that she had been blowing half the basketball team the whole time. Needless to say, it hit the fan with me snapping in front of half the school at lunch.

She did not handle it well and ended up telling her four brothers that I dumped her for not putting out. Well, they found me after school and I caught a fist to the face coming around the corner of a building. After that, the oldest of Javier's brothers started talking shit bout how I treated his sister. Eventually, Javier who was only grabbed by his brothers and told somebody was messing with Rosas feelings He recognized me and since he was the only one still going to high school with her figured it out knowing her reputation and mine and let me give my side.

Apparently he was not a fan of his sister's due to her constantly stealing his money when he was out of the house. His sister just wanted to get my ass kicked since i embarrassed her. After everything was said and done his sister was still a lying bitch, and I got a new friend who hated her as much as me.

"Mandela like the equal rights guy," I asked. " ya hundreds of people remember him dying in prison in the eighties but he was released in the nineties and didn't die till 2013," he answered passing the joint as the light changed and his friend pressed the gas. They kept talking about the weird stuff going on, whole cities in the UK losing power for no reason, the mountain in India that just disappeared and left a barren field, even here in the US lake Michigan was found to have at least 30 great white sharks, which only live in saltwater and the lake was freshwater, living in it.

We finally got to the apartment buildings and parked. It was a run-down apartment that probably hasn't been updated since 92 but it is cheap and best of all Javier's uncle is the super so he was able to get Alex and Javier apartments right out of school. Javier didn't want to stick around his house just to keep selling for his brothers and Alex's mom already told him he was out on his ass as soon as he was 18 and wasn't getting her any more government checks. College could have been an option but we both lost track of academics in pursuit of that which many young men of lower-class America chase pot and pussy. Not the most honorable of pursuits but they were young. They went in the main gate and made for their apartments Javier asked if Alex could re-up for him when he got some more smoke since his connect a.k.a his brother was out of town. he told his friend sure and he would hit him up in the morning and they could head to the beach and pick up women. He laughed and said why not. Alex went up the stairs to 3b his home for eight years.

Alex pov

As I opened the door to my apartment I looked down the hall and saw my neighbor Damek. He was a 6foot 9in Jamaican man with dark skin and long dreadlocks. I never actually hung out with him just the usual neighborly head nodding in the hall. However, today was different as Damek got to his door his body went out of focus. It was like looking at a projection that just got more and more fuzzy. I blanked out seeing this thinking I was losing my sight but everything else was crystal clear. The distortion kept getting worse and then it just snapped back to normal almost.

Instead of a tall man was a short woman standing in his place. She had the same long dreadlocks and dark skin but had lost the blue jeans for a long skirt, the red hoodie for a tight tank top, the red sneakers for some brown sandals and he was guessing the beans and frank for the nice d cup melons. What the fuck, was his thought and quickly got in his door.

Now I am in my apartment sitting on my crappy couch drinking a beer trying to figure out what I just saw. (The guy living next door to me for three years just magically Kate Jennered in front of my eyes.) I mused in my head. That couldn't be real could it. The unexplained stuff happening was right in Javier's world. (He loved the paranormal stuff maybe I should ask him.) I decided to occupy my mind and cleaned the apartment. I organized all the camping equipment from the main closet. A lot of gear, some of it was custom made. I had gotten into the whole Bear Grills survivalist craze and just kept it going. I lived in Michigan so there were plenty of wooded areas up north that I liked to spend a week or two in every year roughing it. The thing was the gear was wrong. my multitool hatchet was gone and replaced by a survival knife. They both had firestarter, hole punch, and compass twist-offs in the handel. I remember looking online at both and decided to get the hatchet because they were the same, but hatched was only ten dollars more. So how was I looking at a used survival knife I never bought with my initials engraved on it where I engraved the hatchet. (I'm losing my mind) I thought. (Maybe that Mandela stuff Javier was talking about got to my head, maybe that last sack I bought was laced or maybe this shit was really happening.) That's when everything got worse.

my vision started to blur again and then felt like I instantly got frostbite on my entire body. The walls of the apartment started changing. It reminded me of that time I tried acid, and hallucinated. There were forests deserts oceans jungles cities I had never seen flashing by my eyes. Next came the pain. While the frostbite was bad the drunken king kongs fighting in my head with hammers were a lot worse. Then I blacked out. When our mc woke up nothing would ever be the same.