Falling
Falling
Falling
You aren't sure what pushed you. You should've looked back. You shouldn't have been that close.
You shouldn't have been as stupid as to accept the dare.
But you were.
The wind is trying to help you. It shoves at your outstretched arms and legs, pushing at your back. Trying to push you back to the surface but gravity doesn't let it.
Then you hit the ground.
It feels like every wisp air has been ripped from your lungs, yet you can still scream.
Every bone snaps, yet you can still move.
Every thought is ripped from your head, yet you can still think.
Your vision is blackened and blurred, yet you can still see.
Your heart has stopped beating, yet you are still alive.
You are laying in a bed of bright yellow flowers.
The color is almost soothing, like flowers sent to you on your birthday or when you were sick.
You think there is someone talking, but it is only a blur of noise. Your brain refuses to process the words.
You want to know what they're saying, but You can't. The Black is closing in too fast.
You try to whisper. To talk. You try to say "Help," but no words come from your mouth.
A whimper escapes your throat, but no words. You don't get a chance to call out for help.
The Black is closing in.
The most you can do is close your eyes. To give into the Black.
If you die, they won't have to make it look like your sleeping.
Because you already do.
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The Fallen Child
Fanfic"You really think you can survive here?" It asks you. "You won't make it a day. The only way you can survive the monsters is if you kill them. They'll keep killing you over and over again. You have to kill them if you want to escape." You get a sink...
