Fallen - original fiction
Jul. 14th, 2009 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
libra_travellerFallen
I’d hit rock bottom. And I don’t mean that metaphorically. I was walking down a street when a car started veering a little too close to me. I moved away in fright and fell down the hill. It was a long drop and when I made it to the bottom I’d landed on a bunch of rocks and hit my head, knocking myself out.
When I woke up my vision was a little fuzzy and the sky was a lot darker. My whole left side was numb. When I moved my leg my vision whited out and I choked out a scream.
I started to panic. I was in so much pain but still aware enough to notice that the air had gotten colder and my sweat was starting to chill across my body. I couldn’t move and no one knew where I was. I was afraid I would die from exposure and didn’t look forward to the several hours that would take.
I wished all of a sudden that I was a religious person. That I could pray as a way to help me get through this, regardless of how it would all end. Instead I just tried to focus my mind, leaving a part of me to work on staying awake, and the rest thinking more pleasant thoughts so as to stay calm.
I tried to envision myself sitting on my couch watching a TV show with my cat in my lap. But it all seemed so far away. I wished my cell phone had been charged and that I had it with me. And I also wished someone had noticed me going over the hill.
All I could do was wish. And the hours passed and I began to feel myself fading away. In the end I wished I’d been stronger. That was my last thought.
I’d hit rock bottom. And I don’t mean that metaphorically. I was walking down a street when a car started veering a little too close to me. I moved away in fright and fell down the hill. It was a long drop and when I made it to the bottom I’d landed on a bunch of rocks and hit my head, knocking myself out.
When I woke up my vision was a little fuzzy and the sky was a lot darker. My whole left side was numb. When I moved my leg my vision whited out and I choked out a scream.
I started to panic. I was in so much pain but still aware enough to notice that the air had gotten colder and my sweat was starting to chill across my body. I couldn’t move and no one knew where I was. I was afraid I would die from exposure and didn’t look forward to the several hours that would take.
I wished all of a sudden that I was a religious person. That I could pray as a way to help me get through this, regardless of how it would all end. Instead I just tried to focus my mind, leaving a part of me to work on staying awake, and the rest thinking more pleasant thoughts so as to stay calm.
I tried to envision myself sitting on my couch watching a TV show with my cat in my lap. But it all seemed so far away. I wished my cell phone had been charged and that I had it with me. And I also wished someone had noticed me going over the hill.
All I could do was wish. And the hours passed and I began to feel myself fading away. In the end I wished I’d been stronger. That was my last thought.