v: farkle (before)
You can see a coloured dot floating above you. It's a mahogany red, and it's traveling through a maze. It's the same pattern, repeated over and over. You feel light headed, like you need to faint. However, you can't. There's a tight feeling in your chest, wanting to burst out of you. Drowning, that's what it's like.
You think you know what this is: death. You're dying, you're absolutely sure of it. What else could this be?
You remember the incident vividly. It was 11:23PM, you were walking home from Riley's house. Riley lived a small distance away, so it was no great trial to you. You're walking along the streets of Greenwich Village, the breeze reaches underneath the fabric of your shirt collar. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end.
You look both ways at the crosswalk: it's an intersection, cars are busting to and fro'. You were totally sure there was no one coming. You're walking, left foot and right. Then you see it, the steel vehicle speeding, faster than it should. You dart, trying to escape the automobile. It moves as you do, and before you know it, there's impact. You're thrown eleven metres by the hit. You're on the ground. You hear the ambulance, and then…
It goes black. You can't remember anything beyond that. The dot's disappeared, and you know at that moment you're in Neverland now.