Ten. My countdown begins. You know, the time before you hit the bottom where the rocks are jagged and the waves are crashing?
Nine. I keep falling. I close my eyes, praying that this is only a dream. Maybe I feel asleep and was having one of those strange falling dreams; the ones that you wake up from then fall quickly back to sleep.
Eight. I feel like I can’t breathe.
Seven. Oh God! I don’t want to die like this.
Six. What about my mom? My friends?
Five. I’m moving faster now. I snag a quick glance over my shoulder. Just more rocks. I close my eyes tight.
Four. Moving faster now.
Three. Even faster still.
Two. I hold my breath and await my fate of the bloody impact upon the sharp rocks below.
One. Am I dead? I opened my eyes slightly. A bright light shifted from left to right above my head. No! I’m dead! These words screamed in my head.
I heard a voice. A familiar voice.
“Liz. Are you okay?”
There it was again. I opened my eyes wider, but only the light filled my stream of vision.
“Ah. “ I groaned.
I heard that voice gain. The words wouldn’t come forth. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
“Liz. Come on. Wake up. Liz.” The voice crackled a little as if she is almost in tears. I moved my eyes back and forth trying to see past the light. Trying to see anything.
“She’s not dead is she?”
I heard a boy’s voice. It also sounded familiar, but still I could not place either. What was going on? Was I dead? Am I dying? These thoughts were racing through my mind as the once bright light that fills my vision begins to fade to a grey shadowiness. Oh no, I’m fading. I’m losing it.
“Call an ambulance.” Another voice calls out from behind me.