Trauma

 I gripped, onto the edge of the rocks. I was losing grip, my fingers were slipping. I could hear the echoes of the rocks slipping down and hitting the ground. Their sounds ricochet around like a laser in a room full of mirrors.

The last thing I could see was the sun in the blue sky, not a single cloud in sight. My arm was losing strength, the numbness was growing by the seconds. 

Was this the end for me? I could not bear to look down, I was already going dizzy, thinking about what was under me. It got to the point that I began to contemplate whether or not I could survive the drop, maybe there was a pool of water or sand that could soften my fall. 

Slowly one, by one each finger went numb, losing its grips from the rock, not even my gloves could give enough grip to hold onto the rock. It felt like my arm was turning purple through my sleeve. 

It happened so fast, but so slow at the same time. The moment I let go of the rock, losing all separation. It was just instinct, I yelled in fear. True terror, not a single other emotion rushed through my body and mind. Everything went black.

I woke up, breathing heavily, I was sweating all around. I looked around, before realizing as was in my room. I felt a lingering pain in my leg, moving my blanket to reveal my left leg, my whole leg was cover in a black cast. I grabbed my head, feeling the dampness of the sweat on my head.