It happened so fast. At first, I thought I'd die. At first, I thought it would be the end of me, and the last thing I heard would be some random talk about ostriches and chickens.
What I didn't know was that I was in a coma. Everything went black. It was so hard to tell what was happening, because I heard nothing, felt nothing, saw nothing, and smelled nothing. I truly believed I was dead, and so, waited for what ever was next. Yeah, I believed in Gods and that, so I just laid still and waited.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, did getting sorted in to heaven or hell, or underworld, or whatever usually take this long? Where's the death expert Jesus when you need him?
I figured that I wasn't dead. I couldn't feel anything, but I...still felt something. Like a thread, waiting to snap...It was my life that was ready to snap.
Suddenly, everything burst in to colors. Red, yellow, pink, even colors that you'd think never existed. And then, there was this voice.
"Your journey begins at Harry Potter..." It was a deep voice, kind of like the narrator for Pokemon.
"Wh-what?" I stuttered, not knowing what the heck was going on. Suddenly, wherever I was started to become illuminated by a great bright light. I saw nothing once more...