The Fear Never Visited

The group was climbing over each ledge, and I was working towards the top with all of my effort. Each ledge felt like a victory, and as I looked around it felt like I was the only one struggling. The other members of the group were laughing and talking. They were all so casual, but not me, I was fighting one of the biggest battles of my life. I was the last one to climb over the final ledge to enter onto the top of the towering building. Everyone else had already gathered at the ledge, and they were all looking down with excitement. They were saying things like wow, these views is priceless, and look at how far we can see out. I slowly moved towards the edge as I looked over I felt slightly dizzy, and I could feel nothing but fear taking over me. There were these two younger gentlemen standing next to me, and one of them reached over and acted like he was going to push me. I dropped to the ground and crawled back away from the ledge with nothing but pure panic now. He started to laugh as he asked me are you seriously that scared? Yes I shouted back in a strained voice, because I was fighting the urge to throw up. Why would you come do something like this if you are scared of height the man asked? I was trying to give myself exposure therapy to help get over my fears I replied. The other man let out a sarcastic laugh as he said if you think this is bad then I don’t know how you are ever going to get down from here. I looked up at him and with a confused look on my face asked what do you mean? Well think about it he began to explain, you climbed up these ledges to get up here how do you think you get back down them? I don’t know I had not put much thought into it I said back. Clearly the man said, well the way you get down is to dangle from the each ledge and drop down to the one underneath it.

It was moments later and I opened my eyes, and the group of people was all crowded around me. Blinking a few times to make my vision less blurry, one of the ladies said are you ok? I didn’t get to answer before another guy said, you must have passed out. As I was sitting up, I began to remember the words that the other gentlemen had spoken about my decent down the building. After they assured I was ok the group wandered off around the top to check out all the sights that they had come to see. I went to the ledge and I could feel my heart beating, the heat racing through my body, and the fear bubbling over into my throat. I crouched down and hung my legs over the edge to start trying to see how to accomplish getting down from here. Originally I had thought I am not going to ever be able to get down from here, but then I realized that I had no choice. I practiced on the first ledge over and over without looking down. Praying to the universe, to God, to anyone that might be listening that I would not fall and die.

After an hour of practicing, I had decided to stop and to get myself a drink. I wandered over to the miniature fridge that was up there and chugged a bottle of water. I was so wore out from climbing, and now practicing my exit. There was a small bathroom up on top of this building, but it had a little toilet and sink just like what you would see in a camper. I went into the bathroom, and it took me a good minute to figure out how to turn the water on, but once that was accomplished I was good to go. I used the bathroom, and then stood in front of the sink and saw blood pouring out of my nose. I grabbed a tissue, and held it to my nose to stop the bleeding. The blood that came out was the weirdest color I had ever seen blood be. It was so dark that it was black, and instead of it being just liquid it looked like it was already clotted. I got the blood under control, and then exited the bathroom area. As I was walking out a young blonde woman was rushing in to the bathroom. It was not long before I heard saw a large man start banging on the bathroom door, and he was trying the door knob. Hey let me in, I know you took my leather hat the man shouted. The blonde girl response was leave me alone I am going to the bathroom. The man continued to yell and try to get the door open for a few minutes before the blonde girl finally opened the door. They began having an argument and the girl went to slap the guy, and he pushed her back. Just as she stumbled backwards there was a heavy set man who put his leg out and tripped her so she fell right off the edge of the building.

Everyone stood there with shock on their face, and there was not one sound as no one even seemed to be breathing. After a few moments the heavy guy said sorry that had to be done. One of the other members of the group spoke up and said well you had said you wanted her dead. I was listening to all of this with amazement; this man literally just killed this girl in front of all of us. Everyone seemed very calm, and relaxed as if nothing had just happened. I was very thankful when one of the guys said well I think it’s best if we start heading down. I would have never thought I would be grateful to be taking this scary journey to the bottom of this building, but there I was. As we headed towards the ledge the heavy set guy said oh look here is your hat someone was sitting on it the whole time. I thought to myself you guys just killed this girl over a hat, a hat that was not even taken. It was all so crazy to me, but yet everyone else acted like it was just a normal event. I shook my head as I head down my first drop off of the ledge.

It did not seem to take long for us to all reach the bottom of the ledge, and I thought as the group gathered what are they going to do about the girl? My thoughts were interrupted by the heavy guy making a phone call to the 911. He shouted oh my God please send help our friend slipped and fell off the top of a building, and I don’t think she is alive. He hung up before the dispatcher could ask him any more information. He threw his cheap prepaid phone into the garbage can, and everyone started to go off in their own directions. I began to head towards a far parking lot where I was supposed to be picked up, and I couldn’t have been more excited to get out of this nightmare of a situation. Just as I was walking a way I heard a voice say hey wait up I am heading that way too. I turned around to see, and it was none other than the heavy set man who just killed that young girl. I smiled to hide the fear in my face, and I said oh excellent it will be good to have company on my walk. On the inside all I could think was how bad I never wanted to see this man again, and how I did not want him to see my family as they picked me up.

When he caught up with me he said hey I want to show you something, and he tossed me an object. It flew to me so fast that I did not have enough time to grab it, and it fell to the ground. I saw a few piece break off, and I thought oh great just what I need is this guy of all people mad at me. I hurried down to ground to retrieve it, and attempt to put the pieces back together. It looked like an old CD player from the 90’s, one of the old portable ones. He got right next to me and reached towards it, and helped me snap the piece back on. Its ok he said, he pointed towards the side and said pull that piece out. I followed his instructions, and that is when I realized it was a bowl. It was a bowl that was used to smoke weed. He laughed a deep laugh, and slapped me on the shoulder and said I bet you would have never guessed that. Wow that is for sure I thought it was just a CD player. He began to pack the bowl on the side and light it with an almost blow torch style lighter. After he hit it, he motioned it towards me. I did not smoke weed, but I did not want to do anything to make this crazy man angry, so today I was going to have to. I reached out and when I went to pull the bowl out to hit it like he had done it was glowing orange from the flame. I grabbed it any way for some reason; I did not care if it was going to burn me. I grabbed it and hit the weed a few times, and it never burned me, I looked down at my fingers and thought I feel like I am in a bad dream. We reached our destination to the parking lot, and I was feeling all sorts of calm and anxious at the same time as a result of the day followed by the weed. He shook my hand to say his fair wells, and as I was about to walk away he said wait one second. He pulled out a weird package from his bag wrapped in brown paper. He leaned in close in whispered don’t open this package, and just know that if you ever tell anyone about today I know where you live.

I do not remember much of the ride home with my family, but I headed out to the barn behind the house to decide what to do with the package. I was still high, and I was very curious as to what the package was and I had to determine if I was going to follow directions or not. After a while of contemplation, I decided it was best if I never knew what was in this package. I wrapped it up into a trash bag took a shovel and walked out into the field. I dug a deep hole, and I threw that package down into its depths. I covered it with all of the dirt packed it in, and that package lived never to be questioned. I never heard from anyone in that group, and I decided maybe I should just stick with life on the ground.