The Descend

Gone

I stood at the edge of the cliff; admiring the most breathtaking sunset I have seen in ages. The feel of the cool, salty water crashing against the rocky cliff as if it was trying to murder someone. The sand between my toes felt like standing on a soft, cotton candy cloud.

When the sun started sinking below the horizon; I turned around to walk the half mile back to my home; only in a split second someone came charging toward me. A large force was exerted on my chest and that sent me falling to my death.

My whole life, mainly the wrongs that I have done, flashed through my mind; in my last seconds of life this one specific part of my life went into such perfect detail that reliving it was torture  .

I had just gotten home from my schools senior graduation trip, at Disney Land, and the whole ride home I was attempting to call my family; with thirty tries and no answer, panic ran through me. When the bus finally reached my former childhood home; I rushed inside yelling for my parents frantically, suddenly that yelling turned into screaming. I had looked every place possible; at the moment, except for the basement. In a full sprint, I stumbled down the stairs to find my beloved mother and father laying in their own pool of blood. Fresh crimson blood bubbling out of their mouths, and a knife stuck in their throats. I had a loss of words; I just stood frozen unable to move.

Three parentless weeks later, they had finally found the killer; he looked like a mean, cruel and ugly person; no doubt in my mind he wasn’t. The court date was set for June 21st, one week after he was put in jail.

When the jury stated that he was guilty, he was sentenced to prison for ten years; two years if he had good behavior. Just as he was being dragged to prison he whispered just loud enough for me to hear “I’ll get you back no matter how long it takes”.

Now the two years is up, he has finally gotten his revenge; the long descend down from the top of the cliff felt like forever, with my arm flailing around, I managed to hit a root that had hooked the underside of my arm leaving a wound from my shoulder to my wrist. I was able to glance at my wound before I plummeted into the ocean it had looked like it should have hurt a lot, but for a weird reason I felt no pain,I felt numb. Before I knew it I hit the side of the cliff against my back I could feel little rocks being stabbed into my flesh, yet again there was no pain just the numb feeling. As I hit the surface of the ocean, I could feel the salty water pour into all of my wounds leaving a stinging sensation. I tried my hardest to scream, but I couldn’t because the water soon rushed into my mouth making me breathless and causing me to black out.

Once I had regained consciousness; I was lying on the shore of the beach. The numbness had disintegrated, once again, and all the pain flooded my body. I had tried to scream, but everything that I had endured was too unbearable for my desperate cries for help. I had eventually realized that I was alone, and I was going to die alone. The only living being that wanted to be around me were the seagulls, that were picking and eating at my dead, raw flesh, even they used me like everyone else in my life had.

        Several agonizing hours later, or so it felt, someone had found me, and I soon found myself in the hospital; wondering cluelessly around the facility trying to ask someone where my room was located, but nobody even noticed me or my questions. I searched in all of the small, compact rooms making an effort to find my own room. Once I got to the room “213”, I saw a patient laying in bed, she looked awfully familiar, so I slowly shuffled my way toward her to get a better look. Then it hit me that extremely familiar person was myself, and I was stuck in an extremely deep coma. I heard the doctors say that they didn’t know how long it would last, but it ended up lasting forever.