Nothing ever sounded sweeter than the sound of sirens approaching. It gave hope to souls teetering on the edge of life and death. Tonight there were three such souls gazing over the edge and into nothingness. I was one of those three, and I was not prepared for the eternal life style. I was still adjusting to the mortal life, just getting used to the nuances and intricacies of people. The universe it seemed had alternative plans, which included my soul but not my opinion.
The sirens were louder. The medical vehicles were getting closer but my body was growing colder. It did not care about how much time passed in reality, all it knew was the creeping grasp of death. I tried to cry or scream out for help, but the words never left my mind. My throat and tongue tried to form the words, but I had no breath. I could feel the pressure in my chest, and the rapid beating of my heart, and I knew instantly. My body could not hold out. I was going to die.
The blurred world around me turned red and blue, and then it faded to black. Almost I thought, and then that thought was gone. All that was left was the cliff. I clung to the edge with faith and hope. Praying silently to myself that it would be enough, that I would have the strength to hold on for just a few more moments in the real world. Then the gravity lessened, as electricity coursed through my veins. Renewed I began pulling myself up from the edge, raising myself from the cliff, dragging myself closer to life. When gravity changed once more.
My body grew heavier and my arms began to become exhausted. My feet slipped free from their places along the rocks and dangled like lead weights dragging me to the depths of the ocean. My fingers dug further into the rocks as I felt bones popping out of place. My body grew heavier and the world around me turned gray with fog. It grew thicker with each limb pulled from its socket. Finally my arms were wrenched out of their sockets and my grip faltered. I fell and continued to fall through the gray fog till all I could see was white around me. No cliff, just blinding light and white sterile walls.
Mile 29 