A short story, about a skydiving trip that goes wrong.


1. Stratosphere

The last thing I heard before Sally thrusted me out of the plane was “Don’t forget your parachute!” That was comforting but instead of falling, plummeting to earth, I immediately began hurtling upwards. The stratosphere began slowing creeping up on me and my breath was getting heaver as the air started to run out. I clammed my hands together holding my stomach, my mouth dropped wide open but the lack of air stopped me from screaming out in fright. My hair whipped all around my face, covering my eyes and blurring my vision. My mind was racing a million miles an hour and I only kicked myself for even getting roped into this in the first place, it was all my fault and this mistake was going to cost my life I was just going to vanish into space and float off to the moon. My life began flashing before me, every important thing that ever happened to me, everything that impacted who I am was presented right in front of my eyes like a slideshow. What did I ever do to deserve this?

My day started off pretty normal, alarm went off at 6.30am, I procrastinated finally dragging my ass out of bed, sloppy walked around getting ready which included some more procrastination it was a relatively slow morning until that one knock at door. Little did I know this knock would change my life for ever, it is what lead me to this mess and it is going to take my life. I am to young to die, 21 is to young.

So I opened the door only to find Sally standing there with a grin spreading from ear to ear, obviously she was in a very happy mood which was quite uncommon. She invited her self in, jumping over the back of the couch, grabbing the TV remote and switching it on. I decided to join her on the couch, mocking her I jumped over the back of the couch accidentally hitting my knee causing me to scream out in pain. Sally just continually blinked at me causing both of us to burst at into laughter. When we finally came back to our senses Sally turned to me and started screaming “SKYDIVING!” I cocked my eyebrow at her and gave her a confused look, I had no idea what she was talking about. When she finally calmed down she informed me that she had just won free tickets go skydiving on a morning talk show and she want to know if I wanted to go with her. I jumped up walking over the kitchen to make us some coffee giving me time to think about my decision, when I returned with the drinks Sally put on these ridicules puppy dog eyes and I gave in to her and told her I would go, so that’s how I ended up in the middle of the sky running out of breath and dying.

I woke up surrounded in a pool of my own sweat, my mouth was dry and my eyes were sore. Was that actually a dream? ….

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