Tales Of Description

I was here. At the edge. There was nowhere else to run. Some one would save me. They had to. I knew they wouldn't. There was only me and my hunters. I would die for sure if I stayed here. I knew I would. I could hear thier footsteps running closer, a mob of them, their feet pounding the ground like they were running on a drum, a drum whose deep booms counted the seconds to when I knew I would die. 

There was nothing else to do.

Without looking under me, I took a step forward.

This way I could die. I should die here, but falling to my death was not a guarantee.

And then I was falling, taking sharp intakes of breath that stabbed at my throat and lungs, arms and legs flailing wildly in the air. I could just barely hear them stop at the edge of the cliff, the pounding on the imaginary drum seizing it's pounding, but I only heard it once, "She's going to die. Leave her." Before the wind blocked my ears and I couldn't breathe any longer, the air rushing past too fast to take breaths. 

Then all was still. Just for a moment, I was suspended in mid-air, the wind to loud in my ears to even be heard anymore. I felt submerged, though I was not. I felt a strange inner peace, and a stranger exitement welling up inside me. For just that moment I forgot I would die soon. I felt like I was flying. Just for that one moment, the moment before I hit the water.

It was freezing cold, like a thousand icicles stabbing my body. I wore simply a cream colored dress, much torn by the wind that I had fallen through on my way here. I sank. Sank deep, the impact tearing my dress to shreds as I was submerged- really now- in the cold-as-ice water. The cold immediately froze me to the bone, and now I was sure death would soon ensue. 

"CAMOMILE!"

I heard a scream, a shrill voice, a woman's, yelling my name. My mothers? My friend's? It was not clear from here. Suddenly hope lit a spark in my heart. I could live. I could. My body filled with Adrenaline, surging through me like chills, but lasting. I flailed furiously, not knowing how to swim but trying my hardest, but still I knew I wouldn't reach the surface before the air in my lungs was gone. I hadn't taken any full breaths before entering the water and I could already feel the cold entering my lungs. 

Then something grabbed me around the middle, It was cold, but warmer than the water. Metal. Something metal was pulling me up. My face broke the surface, right before I passed out.