That day my fate was bestowed upon me. I was at a party with nearly 100 people. I was hanging out with my childhood friend Sarah at the time and we had decided to jump into the deep pool.
An hour had passed and we were still playing around the pool while occasionally jumping in. Then the sky began to get brighter and the air around us hotter like on any Summer day. We jumped in the pool. SPLASH!!! Then, someone shouted toward us," go jump and splash or whatever somewhere else."
I couldnt understand why this pl erson was mad so I jumped one more time. But this time I hit the water hard. It became hard to swim. Eventually, I was just sinking to the bottom. I held my breath as long as I could but it was too much and I tried to breath. Quickly water rushed into my lungs. I drowned.
Several minutes later I found myself in a room with stained glass paintings and a large dark figure standing above me. I was confused, had I not drowned in a pool? Where was I? Why was I there? How did I get there? I thought all these questions yet, I knew the answer as well. I died. Then the figure began to speak in such a way I couldnt understand, as if it spoke in another language.
It started moving and I began to follow it. It continued to speak in this other way but stopped and turned around. I was so nervous and unsure what to do. I quickly replied," Okay."
Then out of the blue as if I was in a movie I had teleported to another place. Almost, like how a person can switch to another realm or state of reality, I had been moved to another dimension. One that looked familiar to the place I died in.