Fear saved me.

Fear saved me.

"Go." Whispered an unidentifiable voice. The sound was smooth and calming, the voice sounding like none of this world. But I wasn't prepared to let go. I knew I wouldn't be able to survive, but I was afraid. The only feeling I can recall coursing through my body and pinging through my ear drums, fear. Fear. The very thing that had kept me alive, from uncurling my fingers from the steel plank, and being plopped to a watery grave. like an old soda can or food wrapper being tossed from the bridge, dropped and sunken in the river to be forever forgotten and never spoke of again. "Go. Let go." The voice now, again, blaring. It was my plan, the only thing I wanted at first. To say goodbye to this land and lose myself to the water. But my fear was keeping a good, strong hold on me, the Fear of what would happen after my body hits the still water. What would happen? I never knew. My thoughts were scrambled like breakfast eggs on that fateful morning. I began to uncurl my pinkie finger, when a heard a bark. It was distant, I figured it was just a neighborhood dog.

My next finger now, it was unlatching itself from the steel bar, giving in. Another bark. Clearer now, I can hear the roughness in it's voice. The animal was close.

The middle finger, unhooking from the bar. I was holding on with only two fingers now, dangling on the edge of life and death. This was only what I wanted. But the barks were wild now, full of rage and anger.

I felt a sharp pain on my hand, just as I was about to plummet down to the water. A sleek, black paw anchored my last fingers, jet black shiny claws digging into my flesh. I looked up, at the mighty animal's head. It was a muscly, sleek black wolf. Twinges of silver and white rode his back and muscular chest. I knew immediately. My fear of death had taken shape and form.

My fear was my only friend.

4/2/2014, 4:46 PM