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The cliff was rugged and jarred. The rocks were sharp and were stained with blood. My blood. The drop was only stopped by the menacing waves which were crashing 50 metres below. There were barely any places to hold and my grip was slipping.
My clothes were ripped and bloodstained. My arms were numb from the ice cold wind and hanging from that cliff. My hair was in tangles and my body was bloody and bruised.
I thought at first that someone would notice me missing and come looking. Or at the very least saw me get dragged away. Typical, just my luck that no one would come. I gave up the hope of that long ago. No one ever came to my rescue. I wasn't the damsel in distress type. I wasn't some blonde bombshell who was – quite frankly – stupid.
I had long brown hair, some would call black. I wasn't tall and super model skinny but I wasn't fat either. As I said before I'm not stupid but that doesn't necessarily mean I was smart. Let's be honest, if I actually wanted to, I could be the best of the best but I wasn't.
The reason why is because of my attitude. My fun loving, couldn't care less, impulsive attitude. Yes, I was impulsive. So impulsive at times I had been known to say stuff that could get me in serious trouble. Or punch people and then ask who it was I punched later.
So back to my current situation, I was hanging from a tall cliff for my life. I was exhausted and my grip was slipping. Now I know what you're thinking, How the hell did she get into that situation? No? Well, I was beginning to wonder that as well.
It mostly started two weeks ago. Two weeks before my best friends' wedding. I went over to her place where she was freaking out over the flower arrangements. I decided right then that we would go camping for a weekend in the bush with the guys. She said she was too busy and she still had lots to organise.
Eventually I convinced her with the help of her fiancé, Adrian. So we went camping and I managed to organise some qualified people to come and help us abseil. On the last climb of the day I went down and Christian – my nemesis - had just gone over the edge when I was half way down.
The next thing I knew Adrian, Dimitri and Lissa were calling out his name. I looked to my right and saw him there in a mangled heap, his head had blood dripping from it and his arm looked like it was in a painful, unnatural position. The instructor who was belaying me was starting to pull me up while the other was calling for help.
Christian was unconscious and I was the only one close enough to help him. I was almost to the bottom, so I cut the rope. Lissa screamed, Dimitri yelled out for me and Adrian was struggling to keep Dimitri from coming after me.
I landed on my hip and it hurt. It hurt a lot. I got up and ran over to Christian. I checked his pulse and it was there, barely. I could still hear everyone yelling for me but I was focused on Christian. He was starting to come around.
"Rose? Is that you? What happened?"
"You fell down the cliff. I cut my rope to get down, they wanted me up the top before they attempted to rescue you."
"Thanks. I know we don't get along that well but I'm really grateful."
Before I had the chance to answer, his eyes closed and his body started to spasm. I noticed then that he had a snake bite to his neck. The snake was still hanging around and was slithering straight for me.
I started to get up to run but pain flared up in my hip. Damn, must be broken. I fell back down and found a stick. I started hitting out at the snake. That only acted to infuriate the snake even more. It lunged at my leg and bit down hard.
The pain was nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel the poison of the venom running through my veins. I cried out in pain. All I heard was the pounding of my own accelerating heartbeat.
The snake had already slithered away by this point. Christian was still having full blown spasms. I knew I had to do something but my own pain was preventing me.
I ripped a strip of my shirt and wrapped it round my leg like a compression bandage. Then I crawled my way over to Christian. I did the same to his bite. He had stopped the spasms and was unconscious. I attempted to bring him into a semi-conscious state. It worked.
I then started to move him away from where the snake was hiding in case it decided to come back for round two. By now ten minutes had passed. I started to hear the footsteps of my friends and instructors.
I looked around and saw Dimitri run through the thick underbrush. He looked extremely stressed and worried but when he saw me some of the worry was alleviated. He ran over to me and started asking me questions.
"Rose. Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Go help Christian. He needs urgent medical attention. I'll be fine. He has a possible concussion, a snake bite to the neck, a broken arm and possible internal bleeding as well as external bleeding."
By now everyone else had caught up to Dimitri and were looking at me worriedly. I didn't get why everyone was looking at me when Christian was the one that needed help.
"Help Christian!"
Everyone then leapt into action whilst I attempted to stand. I managed to this time and started to move towards the track. The others by now had made a make-shift stretcher and were carrying him out. I followed behind.
Half way up there was some giant rocks which we had to climb over. The people who were carrying the stretcher decided that here would be a good place to switch. They swapped over so that the instructors were now bearing the stretcher, which gave Dimitri and Adrian a break.
As everyone was ahead of me by a fair bit they didn't see me having trouble climbing over the boulders. The world started to spin and I lost my footing. I felt myself falling backwards over the boulders. At that moment Dimitri turned around and saw me falling.
Then I felt my breath leave my lungs in a big whoosh and my head smacked down against a small jagged rock. This time I had black spots dancing in my vision. I had the sudden need to sleep. I tried to fight off the drowsiness but it didn't work.
The last thing I remember hearing was someone scream out my name. Except it wasn't my name. It sounded a lot like it but it wasn't the same. The voice had worry written all the way through it and I felt myself getting picked up.
Roza.
