The Drop

It was my normal weekend. Watching the tv while relaxing on my couch. I planned it all out, i'd finish my program and then just go to sleep at 10pm. I live in a small cottage in ireland, it's often cold, rainy and windy here. No one lives near me, the closest shops are about 30minutes away, but i like it here. I like the quiet. Although soon something then happened. It was the worst earthquake i had ever heard of. And it was here. It lasted for 6:37seconds, my cottage got torn apart, my fences flew away, my walls got cracked and ripped apart. My roof tiles fell off, but worst of all, their became a sinkhole in my garden. I barely slept through it, because i lived in such a enclosed area there was no where i could go to get away from the earthquake. I then woke up, it felt like i slept for days. I went outside to look how deep the sinkhole was, but then something unexpected happened, another earthquake struck. I fell inside. I was trapped. I started to fall. I felt like i was dead, falling forever. Day 1: I didn't understand how this was happening, their must be an end to this, i was starting to feel dizzy and confused. Day 2: I'm tired but can't get to sleep, i feel thirsty but dont need to drink. I feel hungry but dont need to eat. I feel i should be dead by now, no one should have to experience this kind of torture. It seems as though it's the worst thing anyone's ever had to experience. Day 14: I know im becomeing insane, my sanity has gone, i've tried to die, i know i should be dead. Day 420: I have to die. My life should be ended. This drop never ends, i'm still not the sligtest hungry or thirsty. And this is the end of my story. Just being in this drop forever. Falling. Alone. In this repentless drop.