Hana hung tightly onto the dirt and grass. Her hands slipping centimeter by centimeter Hanas heart beating faster than ever. She dug her feet tightly into the edge, facing death with her stubbornness. Hana wailed a “Help!” But no one answered her. She struggled as she felt her grip slowly slipping away. Sweat tore down her face as she tried to hold her footing.

Tears started to join the sweat as she continued to grasp onto the edge. She looked back and saw the water rippling softly beneath her. Hana relaxed slowly still gripping hard. She screamed quickly as she felt one of her nails rip off. The grass around her hands getting in the way.

Why did I get so close! She thought. Hana wanted to fall into the depths of death but knew she had more to live. Her hands finally gave out and she fell. She screamed as she plummeted for what felt like forever until she hit a ledge barely large enough to hold Hana. She fell asleep as she felt comfort on the ledge.

She woke up to the pull of gravity and she saw straps holding her weight as she was lifted into the air. Hana sighed in relief and looked around seeing towns people with a machine that was pulling her up. Hana gasped as a sharp pain grasped her leg and screamed as it continued. Hana then felt cool grass on her back and relaxed, gasping as her leg stopped hurting. She fell back to sleep not wanting to continue this horror.

She woke up in the hospital, sighing as she saw her older brother sitting beside her with a worried look. “You alright sis?” He asked with a polite gesture for her to sit up.

“I- I think…” she said softly as she looked down at her leg. More people visited over the months as she recovered. When she was all healed and allowed to leave the hospital she ran. She ran from the humility and guilt she felt from her ridiculous fall. Her mother had demanded her to never go there after a kid died from a fall a year ago.

Narrator: Hana was never seen again by her family and friends, forgotten and left behind in the past.