do-over

i ; peak

I was falling. Too fast.

A scream would've been ripping out of my lungs but I wasn't sure there was any noise. I figured I was too busy trying to suppress the feeling of my stomach sliding up my throat and residing on the back of my tongue.

My wind-blown hair was whipping my face painfully. My limbs flailing as I fought between screaming and trying not to hurl my organs up.

As I was falling I realised something: didn't people claim their life flashed before their eyes when about to experience a near-death experience?

Maybe it was different when you were actually going to experience death..

My mind whirled with my stomach.

How would hitting the ground feel?

Would it kill me instantly? Or would I be in pain for a while before dying?

I looked at the peak I fell from.

No way I wasn't dying instantly.

I wanted to look at the ground. I wanted to flip over. Maybe land head first? That would have an interesting effect on my head..

But I was flailing and screaming madly.

I heard a scream louder than my own, and then everything was white.

*****

"What the fuck?! I could punch you right now!" A male voice — a very pissed off voice — sounded behind me. I was too distracted by the blinding whiteness around me.

"Did I die?" I sat up, looking around. My eyes fell on the guy behind me. "Did you die?"

"Wait. Wait!" His eyes eyes widened. "Did you kill me?" His voice squeaked with stress and shock. "Did you just kill me? Did you land on me and kill me? You killed me trying to kill yourself! Oh- Oh my fucking god!" He seemed offended.. Then he looked around and yelled out, "I want a do-over! This suicidal whore just killed me trying to kill himself!"

I giggled, and clapped a hand over my mouth. "Okay, okay. I am sorry. Really." It was just.. also a little funny. "In my defense I didn't mean to! But also, I don't really care. You should thank me."

"Thank you? Thank you?! You ruined my whole life!" He then huffed and crossed his arms. "I was about to ask a girl out too." He seemed a bit pouty.

My eyes rounded. "Oh boo-hoo! Girls are a waste of time."

"You've probably never even dated a girl," the boy crossed his arms. I smirked and leaned up to him. "Wh-What..?"

"Nope! But I have dated," I winked then, and stood. "Where are we? I was expecting hell... Kinda disappointed.." I glanced sideways as he stood as well. He was taller than me, by a few inches. I had never been that tall. I was only 5'8". He was probably at least 6'. He had a lean build, broad shoulders, long legs. Dark hair and dark eyes.

"What are you looking at?" He snapped and I gave a suspicious smile and a shrug.

I killed a hot guy...

We both yelled out at a blinding flash.

A gnarly creature was standing before us.

The fuck?

It was dripping blood, limbs torn and battered. It's body was littered with bruises and scars and cuts and.. boils...

"A demon!" I shouted, corners of my mouth lifting into a grin. It had twisted dark wings and was leaning on a staff.