I was falling, falling like a feather from heaven. I knew at any moment I was going to land smack bang on the Earth to my death. How did I get here?
Well one casual day I came home from school, let myself in because I knew my parents wouldn't be back for at least another hour. I approached the door for the kitchen to check on my dog but as I was opening the door, this was where the nightmare started...
...To my horror I saw a complete stranger lying on the floor with crimson red blood dripping from the back of his head. Without a thought I ran to the unfamiliar man to check if he was still alive. I touched his pale neck with my shaky hand, I couldn't feel the pulse, he was dead! My natural reaction to this horrific incident was to just run, run away from the corpse. I didn't know where I was going, the only instruction my brain was telling me to do was to run away from my home!
I ended up walking back and forward on the edge of a cliff. I kept having flashbacks of the horrific image of the dead man lying on my kitchen floor with blood dripping from his head. Close to me were some locals on a walk with their three young children. These children were playing a game of tig and one of the children slipped and accidentally pushed me off the edge of the cliff, I screamed and found myself falling, falling into the deep mist of death...
...All of a sudden I felt num, laying there in the darkness, wondering whether this was death. I could hear nothing but silence all around. I felt a little fear but only for what could potentially happen, besides I might not even be dead, this might all just be a dream but I'll leave that for you to decide.
