So, I read the book Impulse by Ellen Hopkins, and I almost cried. I mean, I was kinda starting to like Conner at the end. I got this idea though. What was going through Conner's mind the entire time he was falling, seeing as Ellen cut it off as his feet left solid ground, and that's where this came up from. I'm going to even put it in her poem form, though it doesn't seem like a poem.
Disclaimer: I do not own Impulse, nor any of Ellen Hopkins's ideas.
The gust of wind, the loud shriek
from above, everything made me
aware of the coming death. The
relief of it sent a shiver down my
spine, and I wished the impact
would come sooner. The wait
was unbareable. Almost impossible
to stand. But the ground grew closer
and closer. I hit the rock with a thud.
My whole body hurt, but I knew that pain
would subside. I thought once more of my
parents, the one's who made me dispise life
so much. Leona, the woman who had cared
more about me than the woman I called "Mom."
Then of my Emily. As I closed my eyes, a bright light
appeard before me. I looked at it, seeing a vision of her.
My sweet, sweet Emily. Suddenly the pain was gone. No
bones ached, nothing was wrong as her slender arm
reached out to me.
Come with me Conner, She said in her beautiful
voice, Everything will be better. Just come with me.
The words made me want her even more. I felt a smile form
on my lips, and I reached out. "Emily."
