Falling Up

Deep Breaths

   I was three steps from the edge when the tears began to uncontrollably streak my cheeks. Deep breaths, I reminded myself. It'll all be over soon. Wont it? The rocks along the top of the waterfall were coarse against my bare feet and each step was more painful than the last in more ways than one. Why am I doing this? The closer I got, the louder the swooshing of the rushing rapids below became. It's as if they were beckoning me, almost calling my name with every wave that crashed against the rugged rocks on the river floor. It's a shame that this lovely blue green water will soon be filled with something so horrific. I took a step forward, a few more deep breaths, and another step. I closed my eyes and imagined the river a red so deep it'd still be beautiful despite the horror that lies beneath it, or maybe even on top of it. Do bodies float? "I guess it won't matter once im dead," I mumbled accidentally aloud.

     I had just picked my foot off the floor and started over the edge of the cliff when I heard it. It was a noise behind me sounding very similar to that a bike would make when throwing it against a rock floor. Im crazy, nobody is here. Nobody would come here. "Teagan! No!" A male voice bellowed. Startled, I turned my head and saw him. I caught only a short glimpse of his wavy blonde hair before I tumbled backward into ceratain death. I, however, was not falling down. At this point in my life I was falling up. There was nowhere left for me to go but up.