I was flying. No, I wasn't. I was falling. I was tumbling down and down and down and down and I didn't think I was ever going to stop. I didn't think I was ever going to finally hit the icy ground below.
My arms were spread out uselessly by sides, as though to slow me down, to stop me. I suddenly understood what the chick felt like as it falls from the nest a little too soon, wing not yet fully functional. It was scary, thrilling. My stomach churned and I felt sick, yet at the same time my heart raced with excitement and adrenaline ate away at the fear until it was just a little itch at the corner of my mind.
I yearned to keep my eyes open, to admire as much of this view as I would before I could before I finally hit the ground and could know nothing anymore, but they watered and stung as air rushed into them cruelly.
I longed to open my mouth and speak my last word, maybe to thank those I love or curse the one who ended me, but my mouth remained shut, the pressure of the wind streaming into my face and locking them that way.
The falling was beginning to lose its thrill. Tears leaked out of my eyes, immediately being swept off into the air before they had a chance to roll down my cheeks. I wouldn't let the satisfaction of feeling my wet, almost sticky, tears drip off my chin after lingering there, annoying me for a few moments, again. I would no longer feel anything. I would be gone.
As I felt myself getting closer to the ground, I knew what I wished for the most. I wished to hear something soothing to me, rather than the loud, unsettling whistle of the wind as I flew towards the ground. No, as I fell towards the ground.
I gasped, trying to fill my lungs with oxygen, realising that I had been holding my breath since I felt his hand against my chest, his familiar ocean blue eyes piercing into mine as he roughly shoved me backwards. I wondered whether or not he would feel remorse, whether or not what he had done would keep him up at night. I wondered whether he would feel grief for the death of his own twin.
How long had I been falling? Was I ever going to reach the ground?
No.
One second I was hurtling to my death, stuck in free fall. The next, I was on solid ground, inside a large room.
"Hello," a warm voice spoke out. "Who are you?"
By his tone, I assumed that he already knew.
"Did I finally hit the floor?" I asked. "Am I dead?"
"No, of course not. I'm the Doctor and I saved you."