Falling Up

Whose Voice Is That?

     Everything around me was moving so quickly and I seemed to be at the center of it all falling slowly. I guess most people would think of that as a good thing but I will assure you it was only prolonging the inevitable. The only thing worse than knowing you're about to die, is waiting for it to happen.

     I looked down, or maybe I looked up? Either way, I felt terribly confused and utterly disoriented. At least I knew wherever I was going would be a far better place than where I was only moments ago.

     A part of me was distracted, still stuck on the boy at the top of the cliff. Who was he? What was he doing at the waterfall? Tree branches and rocks struck me a multitude of times leaving a series of blue bruises all over my freckley pale skin. My sense of weightlessness had vanished and I now seemed to be at the center of a million slow-moving objects. I was no longer gently drifting toward my fate, but clumsily barrelling toward it. How did he know my name? 

     The rest of me was experiencing a strong senesation of insensibility. I could no longer determine whether the descent had caused this numbness or if I had caused it for myself. All I knew was that, I kinda liked it. 

     "I've been falling for an eterrnity," I sighed, though this "eternity" was probably only five minutes or so. Dying is exhausting.  By this time I was completely drenched in blood, mud, and water. Though it made the pressure of the wind feel colder than it already was, it was refreshing. I closed my eyes and everything around me began to feel so real. This is actually happening. Deep breaths. It'll all be over soo--- My reassuring thoughts were interupted by hard impact and the sounds of screaming. Whose voice is that? 

     It was mine.