Okay so my town has this intersection, it's a three way of two of the busiest roads in town and the cars on the part that goes straight across go 55mph and don't ever stop, while if you are trying to make a left on to the road you could sit here for 40 minuets. The road was curved and wrapped a hill so visibility was really not great especially for cars going 55. There was bunch of collisions after they built the highschool literally right next to it.

I avoided this by driving ten minuets out of my way on to a back road, but this day I missed the turn so I had to go through this dumb death trap. I had done it a few times though and it's not like there was another option. I sat there for twenty minuets until it was my turn, and waited another five minutes for an opening on my right, then asked my brother if I was clear on the left. He said yes. I looked and saw nothing so I gunned it thinking I finally had the perfect break. My brother as it turns out didn't really even look, and there was a car in my blindspot. He swerved barely avoiding me, but didn't crash and continued right behind me. I felt bad, but we where both okay and it was an honest mistake. I figured I would just have to live with that guilt.

We get to the highschool parking lot and I pull into a spot in the back with no cars around me when suddenly a car pulls in directly behind me. I think it's weird because there are spots all around us, but whatever, I start gathering my backpack when there's a tap on my window and then someone opens my door. This guy starts ranting about how i cut him off, how I needed to slow down and not rush because he could have died (even with the wait time at the intersection we where still 20 minuets early) and how it was selfish teenagers like me who where ruining the world (a bit much but k). I apologise and tell him it was an honest mistake, I was being careful but just didn't see him. I was scared for my life, he didn't seem threatening he was just upset and reasonably so, but I had grown up with stories of kids being shot inside their cars because their dad cut someone off and I really didn't want to die in my fucking highschool parking lot. He rants about how he had driven a motorcycle the that intersection just a few months ago and a car forced him off the road, and he had been in the hospital for months. He talks about how I could get someone killed and it would be my fault, and I apologise again holding back tears. my uncle had died getting slammed of his bike at an intersection.

Eventually he leaves, and after my brother gets out I drove back home, had a panic attack and then refused to drive for four months. Ever since then I have always been super paranoid about being followed and constantly check my rear view. The incident was about four years ago. I still think about it every day, and was hoping maybe I could finally get over it if I heard what some other people thought.