The 30th of August in 1997 went down in history as one of the most tragic and fateful days, but to me, it's not only the most tragic day in my life but also the one that changed my life forever. I don't want to sound dramatic, but after that night, I could never go back to who I was ever again. To this day, every time I look in the mirror, my face reminds me of that fateful evening and I wish I could go back all these years to change what happened. Because it's killing me, it's killing me everyday, thinking how different the day could have gone. I just want to forget it, forget everything that happened, like I told all those interviewers I had when they asked my about the accident.
How could I have ever or will ever tell someone about what I saw. I wish my lies had been true, because the knowledge of the happenings that night are so much worse than the amnesia I faked to have. But back to the beginning...
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One fateful night
RandomWe all know what happened on the night from the 30th to the 31st of August in 1997, or do we? This is the perspective of Trevor Rees-Jones, who was with Lady Diana in the car on the night she died. || This is pure fiction! I just can't quite believ...
