Healing A Very Hurtful Pain

-{Chapter One.}-

I was able to mutter out one phrase as I fell before I entirely shut down and ran on pure animalistic instinct. To my credit I said it remarkably calmly given the current circumstances, it was exactly the sort of tone you use when you drop a plastic plate of food rather than falling into an inky abyss.
"Ah, shit."

Then an ear-piercing shriek escaped from my cracked and dry lips, body flailing around trying to save itself from the inevitable as I plummeted down. I resembled one of the many balloon tube men you find advertising various shops on the surface. Again all of this was hilariously comical, well apart from the fact that I'm probably going to fall to my death, That isn't funny. You win some and you lose some, or well I lose absolutely everything there was to lose.

The wind rushed around me, causing my hair whip against my face repeatedly. My eyes, brimmed with tears from the sheer terror, left behind as you fell blurring your vision. Not like I could see anything anyway; there was no light to illuminate the pitch blackness that surrounded me.

As fast as it came the wind ceased. The first and only thought that echoed in my shell-shocked mind was that I must have died. Surely, because there was no possible way in the universe that I could have survived the fall. But then again, I hadn't stopped falling yet, hell, I had never made contact with the ground below. But for reasons that would make one's head hurt just by thinking about it, I had slowed mid-fall. Suspended in mid-air surrounded by darkness. That's not normal.

I looked around still too shocked to comprehend or process anything around me. Even if I could see through the inky black or were completely functional. There was nothing to be found, no reason why I would have slowed down. I'm floating in mid-air save for the fact that I am still falling in technical terms; just very, very slowly. Gravity causes me to fall quickly due to the fact that I have no wind resistance right? Where was that logic? Unavailable it seems.

That's when the most mundane thing that I can possibly think of happened, the ordinary in the extraordinary, what snapped me back into reality. The theme of caramel dansen, the very atrocity that my best friend had programmed into my phone as a ring-tone for a prank. The very curse that my lazy and unmotivated ass couldn't be bothered changing much to the dismay of the entire world around me.

It kept ringing, and for the sake of my sanity, I answer it. Casually tappinging the answer call button and bring it to my ear, in the calmest voice I can muster I answer.
"Hello?"

What answered me was what sounded like the garbled voice of the devil himself screaming through a void, I thrust the phone away from my ear, the sound impossibly loud. I can make out a few words in the recognised English language however... Oh wait never mind it's just static and more screeching.

Pinching the bridge of my nose I struggle to maintain a customer service smile on my face, the phone at arms-length. I tap the speaker option so I can still speak to the person on the phone, even if I couldn't make out what the garbled void screeching meant.
"Sorry, you may have the wrong number!"

Immediately more garbled screeching and static answers me, before it suddenly cuts off with a much more pleasant low beeping tone. I can't exactly say that I missed the screeching if I were being perfectly honest. Checking the phone screen I hummed in slight annoyance, the no reception message flashing across the touch screen. Though I wasn't surprised. Reception was dodgy in underground parking, what do you expect from under a small mountain? Not much.

So I continue to 'fall' surrounded by the pitch black, still in the mountain I supposed, and still falling. It was strangely calming and despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins at that very moment. Despite the fact that I've been falling for god knows how long, and despite the fact that I should well and truly be dead.

That's when gravity started to work it seems, as if I had finally floated out of the bubble of sanctuary I start to plummet again. Gaining speed my clothes tug against my skin, hair whipping my face once more.

So I fall, faster and faster. Too shocked to utter a sound let alone scream. I am silent, the only thing telling my slow brain that I was indeed moving is the wind rushing past. I impact with the ground letting out a strangled breath of air before everything grows dark.

I died, the end.

Wait that didn't happen?
Okay then?

-{ ミ(ノ_ _)ノ }-

That was, definitely interesting, don't you agree?

Anyway I got the falling idea thing from CrusnikRoxas so give them some love if you haven't already.
( https://www.wattpad.com/user/CrusnikRoxas )

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