Wind screamed past my ears. My hands burned against the curtain rope, raw skin scraping against fabric as I walked down the wall. One step. Two. My bare feet pressed against cold stone, searching for grip, finding none.
Ohhh mine. I couldn't look down anymore. It's too far. The ground was darkness, dotted with tiny lights that looked like stars waiting to swallow me.
I can't die. Not now. I'm not ready.
No. No. No.
I can't fall.
Before I knew it, the tied part loosened.
And I was falling.
Air ripped past me. My stomach disappeared. A scream tore from my throat but the wind stole it, swallowed it whole. Bare feet scrabbled against stone, finding nothing, finding—
Thud.
Ow. My back. My head. Everything.
Ground hit me before I could breathe. The impact punched the air from my lungs. Stars exploded behind my eyes. Pain shot up my spine, through my ribs, into my skull.
I lay there, gasping, seeing nothing but white light and darkness mixing together.
