You are Patrick Jefferson, a resident of New York City. You work at a local Walmart as a janitor, so you can imagine how swell your salary is. But, things haven't been going so well as of late.
To start off, you're most likely about to get evicted from your apartment, as you've been unable to make payments because you keep buying presents for your girlfriend. See, you love your girlfriend, Jessica, to death. You'd walk to the ends of the Earth for her; so naturally, anything she wants, you'll get it for her in a heartbeat. But, all those payments came back to bite you in the ass, and the roof over your head is at risk now.
Moving on to your girlfriend. You recently found out that she had been cheating on you for the past six months. You were able to find this out when you decided to pay her a visit at her apartment, to find the door slightly ajar. You knocked, but received no answer, so decided to let yourself in. Upon entering, you kept hearing moans coming from the back of the apartment, which was where he bedroom was situated. So, you followed the noise, and upon entering the room, found the cheating bitch banging some other guy. Apparently the slut only liked you because you got her anything she wanted, but your skills under the sheets weren't satisfactory.
And now we come to the present. You are standing on top of your twenty-story apartment building, the cool, winter air blowing through your dark brown hair. You are situated upon the ledge of the building; you are about to take your life. A crowd has gathered on the street, and are looking up at you in shock. Some policemen have been called in to try and persuade you out of jumping, but you ignore them, as you are beyond reconsidering.
You look down in the crowd, to try and see if there's any familiar faces, so that you could give them your final words of hate or love, depending on what you thought of the person. All you see is your ex and her new boyfriend. She looks up to you and yells out "Jump, you dumb bitch!"
Everyone looks at her with a stern look on their face. You hope she goes to jail for saying that. And in high hopes of this happening, you simply step off the ledge, and begin plummeting down two-hundred feet towards the pavement below. The cool air is rushing past you, causing your eyes to tear up. You feel as if you're on the steepest roller coaster ever. You hear the crowd below scream in terror, but you distinctly hear your ex shout with joy. You hate her to death. No pun intended.
As you look down, you see the ground coming ever closer towards you, as adrenaline pumps through your veins form all the excitement, and you close your eyes. You expect to feel the ground crush your skeleton and organs, and expect to feel enormous pain for a few seconds, but you don't.
You open up your eyes to see yourself surrounded by a swirling vortex of blue and light blue. There is blinding light at the end of it; maybe this is what people describe whenever they die. So, you assume that you have finally ended your life, thus cutting your ties to all the troubles of the Earth. But, oddly enough, you are still falling, and are paralyzed. You have no control over any of your muscles, except for the ones in your eyes, apparently. You notice that the light at the end of the vortex is growing larger and larger.
You hope this means the afterlife is just on the other side of this light. You get so close to it to the point where you have to close your eyes, for fear of becoming blind. Your feet are the first to touch the end of the vortex, and whatever material the portal is made out of feels odd, like a solid and a liquid. As soon as both your feet are entirely through, the portal sucks your entire body up as if you were a crumb and it was a vacuum cleaner.
And that's when you black out.
