Proclivitas
I am standing on a cliff. The sky is dark with clouds of grey stretching towards the horizon. The wind blows through my hair as I look over the cliff’s edge to see dark, churning water. Behind me sits a broken-down home, burnt and crumbling to pieces. I do not remember how I got here or why, but for some reason I am soaked to the bone and frozen to my core. I take another look over the edge, curious about how far from my feet the ominous, black crashing water hammers the rocks below. Suddenly I hear footsteps running behind me, towards me. As I begin to turn around to find the source of the sound, I am shoved over the edge. I stare up in horror and confusion, hoping to get a glimpse of my attacker. All I can see is the shadow of a figure standing on the cliff, watching me fall. Down I go, plummeting quickly towards the raging waters below. I brace myself for impact and plunge beneath the surface. The frigid waters collide with my body as if I am landing in a pool full of bricks. It is at this moment I remember – I cannot swim. Clawing furiously at the surface, I try to keep my head above the water, gasping for breath every time my mouth finds a moment of air. The tumultuous waves throw my body hard against the rocks at the base of the cliff, and everything turns to black while I'm further battered by mother nature's ice-cold fury.
