[Prototype]

Prologue

I was falling. My whole body ached as I was plumeting to my end, I was seeing my life flash before my eyes. Thought about everything I've ever done in my life, good and bad. Thought to myself if the choices I made as I forced myself to walk this path I made were the right ones even though I knew they weren't. I also thought of the things that I could have done or what I still want to do. As I closed my eyes, I could hear the soft voices of my friends in the distance, almost like they were shouting something, but my head was aching to much to think about it. As I closed my eyes for the last time, I remembered what my dad used to say: Son, there are two ways for man or woman to live from falling from high distances and those are either you have a working parachute or you have the ability to fly but if you do not have this two things then remember that it is not the fall that kills you its that sudden stop at the end that does. I didnt really knew what he meant back then since i was just a child who's father happend to be in the air force. Now only did I know what he truly meant by that and as i opened my eyes just like that I met that sudden stop at the end.