The World Unknown
Getting closer and closer to the edge, hands tied behind my back beaten and bloody. This seems to be a pattern in my life doesn't it, I can see over the edge. First let me explain how this happened.
It's been two years since the accident and my life pretty much went back to normal. Well basicly the police never did find the truck driver. No fingerprints, no papers, no trash no nothin. In fact it looked like the truck hasn't been touched in years. But somehow it went down the road and almost killed me. But I wouldn't let it go. I would look around that area so often, and would find nothing. But somehow it still happened. I just couldn't let it go, could I? Of course looking for two years I would eventually find something. And when I did I came here. And boy was that stupid.
When I came to this cliff face I originally didn't find anything. But I waited and waited for someone to appear. And Eventually someone did, and I questioned them.
The man stared at me.
" I'm looking for something." I say to the man, his face lit up a bit when I said. That his eyes were too far apart and his huge nose looked just as weird. And he smiled at me, almost like he wanted me here.
He just kept staring right at me.
Then it hit me like a bag of rocks." You, you're the paramedic from two years ago aren't you?" He opened his mouth as if to say something. Then before he could respond, someone must of gotten behind me because the next second Something hard hit me in the back of my head. I fell forward then something hard came in contact with my ribs. " Ugh!" I yell out in pain.
Something gets wrapped around my hands tightly. And I get lifted up and punched in the face. Right, left, right, left.
" Please just, please stop." I plead with them. But I keep getting hit. And what feels like hours later, they finally stop hitting me. Then I'm picked up again. Wait when did I get on the
ground? The man grabs my hands and starts forcing me towards the cliff. I can barely realize what's going on.
Then I can see over the edge. As I look down I know i'm going to die,life just hates me doesn't it, i'm pushed hard. Then i'm falling, faster and faster harder and harder. So hard I can barely breath.
I hit the ground.