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Once I landed, the bottom wasn't the only thing that hit me.
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I suddenly realized why it was that the figure in my dreams was so familiar. He had the same eyes, the same physique, and we had been close for quite sometime. We knew each other like the backs of our hands. I didn't know how in the world he knew about this life of mine, or why he would want to get at my family. But as soon as I thought of his name, it clicked.
"Amy-Lynn! Are you okay! Please, talk to me!" I could hear the worry in his voice. He almost sounded like he had been crying.
"Barrymore, hey, I'm okay. I promise. Look down here, I'm okay. Look at me. I'm okay." I tried to call up to him as gently and assuredly as possible. It looked like it was a twenty-five foot drop, and the bottom was dirt and grass so it wasn't quite as hard of a landing as it could have been. I was pretty bruised up, and my ankle felt like it was on fire. I forced myself to look down and peel the shoe off to see why.
I almost puked when I looked. My entire foot was black and blue and swollen. And bent in an unnatural way. I swallowed hard. This would hurt resetting but I knew I had to. Otherwise it would heal wrong.
"Barrymore... I need you to try and get me up. You're not gonna like this, but you have to reset my foot. Try and find a way to get me out."
"Ames, there's nothing up here to use. The best is a branch here but it won't go a quarter of the way down. It's about as tall as I am, that's it."
By breath quickened. That meant that I would have to climb as much as I could. Come on, it's not even twenty feet. You can do it ya wimp. I tried to force myself to believe I could do it, but I somehow just knew it wouldn't work. I would just have to climb and make it as far as possible and hope it could be enough.
"Alright. I'm coming up. I... I'm gonna need you to talk me through it. I can't move my foot so I'll have to figure it out on the fly."
"Alright Ames. You can do it. Breathe. Breathe."
I focused on the one word. That one action. And I started climbing. I had to be sure I placed my hands correctly, because I only had one foot to maneuver myself with. Occasionally I would jump too far with my one foot and the broken foot would crash into the side of the hole, causing me to almost let go from the shock of pain. Yet somehow I held on.
Once I was about ten feet up, I stopped to rest. I stopped just a moment too long. As soon as I went to start moving again, the rock I had my foot on fell and one of my hands gave out. Before I could even register that it was me screaming, I heard myself. I started panicking. I had one hand holding on to something that looked like it would also give out in a minute.
"BARRYMORE!"
"Amy! I'm coming down, just hold on!"
"Please! Hurry!" I felt the root tearing under my weight. I felt hot, salty tears running down my face and I was utterly terrified. I hope he got here soon, because nothing- not the root, not my sanity, nothing- would hold on much longer. I forced myself to breathe, in and out, until he reached me. Every second that he spent climbing down felt like an hour, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. The root kept tearing more and more, until I didn't know how it was even supporting me anymore.
