Down the Creepy Hole || E.J

02 | twisted cheshire

|| YOUR REALITY IS JUST DIFFERENT THAN MINE. ||

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A hushed yelp escaped her parted, dry lips. As she managed to get a hold of the thick, undead root that was poking out of it's original place in the dirt. Gripping onto it for dear life, as she was scared to let go, or even take a quick glance down below her.

Her feet dangled below her, floating in the air. As her hands were desperately trying to keep their strong Hold over the root of the tree. Her [Eye Colour] orbs were shut tightly.
The creamy pale eyelids, veiling her sight from the horrible truth.

An unsettling sound was created by an unknown source. [Name] wanted to open her eyes, and check for the noise; to decide whether it's a bad sign or a good one. Either way, she would eventually uncover her eyes and face it. Or she'll be gone for good, that's for sure. She needs to be brave, and have faith, pray for God; that everything will be alright. the noise increased as the longer it took her to gather her self. To gather the shattered pieces of her bravery that littered the ground of her mind.

She needs to gather it all, and put it back together, in order to survive this Hell.

The shaking form of the girl, finally decided to make a move. Opening her veiled eyes once again, she glanced upwards to see that the vein, is snapping. The vein is f*cking snapping. It got weaker as she hanged herself to it, hoping it'll hold tight, but it didn't. And if she didn't make a quick move, she'll fall for her death.
Her heart sank into her stomach, as a tight knot formed and tangled her organs in a sickening form of terror. Spreading the pressure of the situation she's in through her veins, like a poison.

Adrenaline mixed with blood, ran through her body like a hot, metallic, deadly poisoning feeling. As he mind was trying to process what exactly was happening, it was already too late.

The vein could no longer hold it's nerves together. It snapped. After taking in and holding tight, with the heavy wight of the young woman pressured on it, it could no longer fight the urge to give up and disappoint the girl. She was quick to react, the instinct to survive rushed through her mortal self.

The human reflexes weren't always the best ones.

She was too slow to react, even though it was the full speed of reaction she might've ever mustered, but she also failed to grab a hold of any object to help her, and save her from crashing down. Her body flew downwards, falling down freely and quickly.

Her hair flew upwards, as she fell downwards. The [Hair Colour] locks of silk stuck to her face and parted lips. As a scream carved it's way out of her lungs. And out of her mouth, resonating around the lands of the unknown.

Her aching back cane in immediate contact with the solid forest bed. Reminding her of the pain she has experienced, not long ago. A groan of pain left the girl, as she used her hands as a supportive object to stand up on her feet once again. Ignoring the unimaginable pain that the fall has produced, and bending her knees down on the dirt, standing up finally with a cracking sound being heard, as a loud moan of pain was heard.