The Fall

The gusts of winds push me closer to the edge but my heavy feet drag through the coarse sand. As my eyes veer over the edge and see the valley floor below dread leaps up my throat and desperately latches to my spine, paralyzing the entirety of my body. Every inch of my being is crawling with raw terror but no matter how loudly I scream in my head, my body doesn't budge. Frozen.

I can't.

The valley turns into a ravenous pit. It pulls me towards the lip of the cliff with a primitive ferocity and my paralyzed body does nothing to save me. No amount of scraping or clawing or screeching can keep me from being flung over the edge and careening into the pit. 

Now flailing through the open air above the pit, my body comes to life, but all too late. My stomach joins the dread and terror still lodged in my throat and suffocates me. Mouth open in a sickening silent scream, I plummet towards the scraggly-faced pit below. 

Help me.

I know I'm close now. Mere moments from splattering across the rocks. My scarlet blood contrasting against the tawny ground. Desperate hands claw at the air as I curse my flightless human body.

White.

Nothing.

Darkness shrouds my eyes as the frigid fingers of terror weave around my body, my broken body. Fading. What a terrible way to die. Laying in a bed of my own immobilizing fear, feeling it slowly smother what is left of my mind. Fading. I can't escape the terror. I can't escape the suffocating feeling of falling even as I lie sprawled across these unforgiving rocks. Fading.

Help me.