Freefall
Sometimes it's not about being the hero. The world around you turns into hell, and the most you can do is try your best to stay on your feet. Or in my case, hang on tightly and try not to fall off a thirty story building. I'm not doing this to save the world. Well, it is what I'm doing, but considering I'm just a teenage boy, barely a blip on the radar, I'm pretty sure I've hit my head hard, and I'm dreaming all of it. Maybe this is all real, and the only reason why I'm doing this is because I hit my head really hard. It's nuts. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. I think it popped out already because I don't even feel it beating. I'm holding my breath. The floor is breaking. So this is what it feels like to freefall to your death. I'll just hold onto this cube a little tighter. At least I'll die knowing it was all for something that mattered. I'm closing my eyes. The air feels good as it rushes over my skin.