Well, hi there! Vixeria here tuning in for the first time in what, a year? I haven't had any internet in a VERY long time, so I must say that I'm pretty rusty with my writing abilities! This idea came to me as I was sitting at work one day, copying and pasting a bunch of numbers. How I got THIS out of THAT, I have NO idea...BUT! We'll definitely see where this goes! It's a story that's going to be a little rough around the edges, and by no means will be updated on a regular basis. Just know, that it's an idea in the works!
Anyways, enjoy this first chapter! I'm working on the second as we speak!
Her heart was beating so loudly in her ears...the adrenaline was pumping through her veins, making her hyperventilate. Her lips were slightly open as her airways worked hard to keep her breathing steadily. Her eyes were wide open as she stared upward at the clouds high above her. She wished she was anywhere but there. She wished things had gone accordingly. She wished...she wished she was normal.
But she wasn't. Her eyes teared up, the strength in her arms and hands weakening with each passing second. She cried mournfully, dreading the impending doom that she knew was to follow should she loosen her hands. Her brows furrowed unhappily as the pain set in, causing her grit her teeth. A tear streaked down the side of her face.
One of her hands slipped, and soon enough, she could feel the rest of her body growing numb. The wind blowing past her did not help in the slightest. If anything, it made her want to let go just that much more. She could feel the strain on her right arm - she couldn't do anything about it.
Her hand was slipping...these last few moments...they felt like the longest few moments of her life. She wanted to let go, even though she knew what awaited her should she do so. She hated knowing that this may be it…that this was as far as she would get.
Her thoughts stopped as the rock that was wedged in - the only rock that was steady enough to give her a good hold – loosened and slipped right out of the ground. She tried grasping for something else, but now with just one hand holding on, she wondered just how long she'd be able to stay there. She was waiting for an absolution – one that would get her off the hook. One that just might make it in time.
The strain in her arm was great – she reached up with her other hand and placed it on her stretching shoulder. Tears began to flow more freely down her face now, obscuring her vision. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she swore she was in hell.
And that was it. Her hand let go. Her breath felt as if had just stopped completely. It wasn't until she felt her hair fly forward, blurring her vision just that much further, that she saw a clawed hand reach out to grasp what wasn't there. A cloud of dust flew up around that slender hand. She could barely see the markings on the person's arm. She closed her eyes softly and prayed for something to happen, fast. Whether it was her end or another beginning – she hoped it came fast.
With her eyes closed, she could see everything. She couldn't quite process what was happening, but she could hear...she heard the thunderous beating of her heart, the loud rush of wind flying past her ears, the flapping of her hair and clothes. She could see herself falling, not knowing where she would land, not knowing what would happen after this. She opened her eyes for a brief moment, and she could see her hands and feet dangling upward. She could see her clothes slapping against her skin hard enough to leave red marks.
She could feel her body shift just a bit as she began to fall sideways. She could feel the pressure on her arm as it began to dangle across her body instead of in front of her like before. She opened her eyes before closing them quickly, the wind a bit too great for her to keep her eyes open. She had caught a brief glance at the clouds surrounding her and the faded ground far beneath her.
That scenery was the last thing she could see...
