Above all else she knew her heart well, as well as the stars in the sky. Before night would set upon her this would ring true. Cold and wet from the bitter storm she tried to move toward the trees hoping to gain some form of shelter. Darkness was setting in, and with it, hope was fading. Every fiber of her being cried out in pain as all she could do was drag herself, reaching and pulling with hands. Far in the distance she could see vehicles passing, there was no way to call out for help; the cliff was too steep and she could not climb. Gravity took hold and before she knew it she was tumbling further down the cliff side.
Had she known what this night would bring her to she would have stayed home in the comfort of life. It was her own driven actions that brought her to this time, this place. Just as all her actions, before this carried her down the path of life in a clumsy manner of which she acted first. Keeping awake had proven to be a task in its own for her head was killing her and consciousness was fading fast. Lying down, closing her eyes was not an option for if it were it would mean her life.
Moments past and dreams set in of warmer times. No pain did she feel just the simply warmth of the sun upon her and the sound of dreamy laughter, his face made her smile. Obvious in dream that this was not real, reality pulled her back with all its might.
Perhaps she could make it she thought, if she used every ounce of strength in her being maybe hope was in sight. Quickly she began to pull herself up the cliff side giving no room for thought. Rest would come after she got home, she kept telling herself. Steven was her only thought, she could not let this night fall upon her without telling him she loved him.
Time was running out–the pain was more than she could bear, but in her heart, she would not give up; as she neared the car she found her phone along with everything else tossed out. Unable to research the roadside her only hope was to call for help. Voicing her concerns she cried out when a voice came on the line, ‘911, how may I help you?’ Will you help me, please!
Without another word she fell unconscious, the climb was too much for her. X-rays showed that she had broken several bones and had bled out; the struggle up the cliff side had been too much. You never know when your time is at hand, but when it comes, life is all but clear. Zachary Richards would learn this lesson too, for this very cliff side took three more lives before a guardrail was put up with a caution sign.