Haunting introduction

I was screaming for help as I clung on to the bricks that my fingers were slowly slipping from. Beneath me was miles and miles of a drop, with nothing to stop my fall than a inch of water twenty feet below me as my feet dangled in free air. I couldn't stop screaming for help as my hands, all sweaty and jiggly, was slipping from the only thing keeping me from my ultimate destiny. Above me, high in the sky, the moon was shining down upon me and the stars sparkled lighter than they ever have before. They were here to witness the drop that would send me into the sweet arms of death who would hum me to sleep as he cradled me in his arms and ran off with my soul to put in his collector box, where I would be able to rest among the great writers that I looked up to.

My body would stay where it met its final resting place, all broken and bent, hair tangling in the green algae-ridden water as it curls around my arms, both broken at the elbow. The dress floated with the water, as the liquid ran underneath, dirtying the underwear was just bought yesterday. The neck was broken, a piece of bone sticking out from the skin. Blood would drip down the eyes, the last tears my body would ever shred, and my dignity failed as the dress ripped around the chest, leaving my bra and breast exposed to the evils of the world, completely vulnerable to any that would chose to prey upon it.

I would see it so clearly happening that it was traumatizing. To think of everything I survived to die here, clinging to a damn wall of a well that I pushed into from my own ex-best friend, angry at me for something I didn't know but wished I knew. I could hear her crying over my own screams, and her begging me to just let go of the wall, just let go.

And then I woke up, all sweaty and terrified and couldn't believe the nightmare I just had. The terrors of how your mind can remind you of how guilty you feel even after you had forgiven yourself years ago.