She hardly remembered how she came to be drowning in the lake. When she tried, she'd recall bits and pieces- a kaleidoscope of ideas which might or might not have been true, but for the most part, all she remembered was the vanilla sky.
It was late September, and the leaves of the trees alongside the road were being swiftly blown along with the fall wind. There was nothing particular about that day which would have stood out to Rory in any way, though, it was a typical Monday.
Her sister had just picked her up from school, and they drove at an appropriate speed level, blaring music on the radio which neither of the girls paid attention to, given the fact that they were too preoccupied screaming at each other over the noise, talking about their day without a thought of lowering the music's volume. During times like those, the only one of the two with half a mind where it should be was always her sister due to obvious road safety reasons.
Rory was always too deep in her reverie to notice anything unless it came right in front of her, like that dog which ran into the middle of the bridge they crossed every day.
Instinctively, she screamed. She screamed a mix of unintelligible sentences as her sister gave the steering wheel a sharp turn towards the edge of the bridge.
At the moment the movements in the car were violent. She later did not remember just how many times she hit her head against the seats and windows, or how dangerously her neck jerked one way and the other as their car rolled off course and over the edge of the bridge. Everything went dark around her before they crashed into the water. Somehow she still felt awake, though.
Rory vaguely recognized the feeling of water creeping up her legs, and minor leaks on her shoulder. She knew it was her sister's hands desperately prying her seatbelt open and dragging her someplace under water. Sometimes she felt shards of glass slither across her arms or cheeks, but eventually, her sister's grasp slowly faded.
She lost consciousness as she sunk alone, but still her involuntary movements created minor ripples in the deep lake which did not go unnoticed in the surface.
There was an obvious wave of change in the water which Rory was beyond paying mind to, then a silhouette came to view of her not too later. She was dragged up.
Slowly, she began to remember again. Only bits and pieces as she felt three puffs of air fill her lungs. With a jolt, her eyes snapped open and before they adjusted to their surroundings, Rory picked herself up and clumsily crawled as close to the lake's edge as she could before sensing a pair of arms dragging her back again. That was when she wailed.
Her sister, she was all she could remember. She had been with her sister before, and did not feel her presence anymore, it was her only focus.
She did not notice the blades of grass she sat on, which should not have been there before. Or the vanilla sky, which had turned bright blue anew. She missed the road, replaced by a dusty path on which only stood one tall dark figure of a man she couldn't quite make out at the moment. She didn't make sense of anything until she felt herself be forcefully shaken and turned to face a pair of pale grey eyes, urging her to repeat herself.
There was impatience in the man's grasp on her arms and his words where sharply spoken, but not understood for a second. They were foreign, not only overlooked by her hysteria. All Rory could think to do was gesture and plead until she felt herself released and soon after her entire body was against the blades of grass. Through her disorientation, all she could hear was a splash of water and all she could see was what once had been the dark silhouette approaching her, talking more of their foreign language, in slurred words.
He was talking to her, but she couldn't focus long enough to even recognize his features. By the end of her recently recovered consciousness, though, she somehow understood:
"There isn't anything in the bottom of that lake."
A/N: I very much dislike myself for writing such a bad thingy. I feel a lot of confusion on this drabble ( drabble because it doesn't even reach 1k God) so if anyone would like to express doubts, feel free. To be honest, I'm on some allergy medication which has me rather dizzy at the moment so perhaps I wrote unintelligible things and didn't even notice.
But yeah, a few points:
Rory I believe is an American male name, but I had an Italian friend whose girlfriend was named Rory and I don't know, the name stuck with me.
It is self insert-ish in the sense that an OC does go from one dimension (or world) to another, but at the same time it's not because it's not me, you feel? She's literally just a character meant for this purpose.
I'm not sure if this will be a continued story or just an introduction to how I saw a self insert beginning, but I do know I have a bunch of theories about self inserts which I meant to share, but didn't find how. Anyway.
Any questions, feel free to ask. Oh! And I got prompts guys so I'll spread the love if you'd like~