Your best friend died.
Everybody calls it an accident. The police says so. Your friends say so. Even the evidence agrees.
You remember everything.
The blood. Entrails hanging like grotesque festoons. The reek of half-digested food mixed with the metallic scent of flesh.
"Have I gone mad?"
Your therapist offers a simple answer:
"Then live as if your memories were real. See what happens."
It's just therapy... right?