Purgatory

A girl laid on top of a plateau mountain wearing a t-shirt dress about 5 sizes too big for her. She was close to the edge and was asleep on her side. Her back was to the scenery, overlooking the cliff. She moved to lay on her back but the instant falling due to a lack of ground woke her up. She grappled onto the rock for dear life and moved away from the edge. At the very bottom of the mountain was a river. The sound of water flowing over rocks as it curls around the mountain, reached the girl at the top of the mountain loud and clearly. The sound woke her up completely, reminding her of where she was.

She sat crossed legged and close to the edge, looking down the cliff. She closed her eyes and leaned forward till her knees touched the ground and left it again. She leaned till her torso was almost horizontal. The feeling of weightlessness started to take over and at once she leaned back again. Grunting and frustrated, she went to the opposite edge of the mountain and ran for dear life to the other side. She braked just an inch before the cliff edge. She stomped on her feet on the ground and yelled in frustration.

She lied down about 15 feet away from the edge, closed her eyes and began to roll towards it. She rolled off but at the last second, grabbed the edge of the cliff. She climbed back up and sat there rocking back and forth with her head in her hands for a very long time. 

She appeared from her hands with a more determined face and tore off a piece of her dress and tied it to a small, jagged edge. She grabbed onto the other end and flung herself off the cliff. Her feet landed on the wall. She leaned as far back as the cloth let her. If she let go, she would fall; if the rock broke, she would fall. All she had to do was wait or get tired. She tried to let go of her own but no matter how hard she tried her hands remained on the cloth, paralysed and frozen. She pulled on the protruding edge, hoping it will break. She tried to let go again, yet once again her body stayed remained frozen. She prayed for food which immediately appeared in her free hand, which she then ate too. She stuffed herself with it to get as heavy as possible hoping the added load will help her intentions. She waited till she could vomit, waited for the feeling if sickness to go away and then ate some more. Nothing worked. She got sick and vomited into the river below her but never left the cloth. Defeated, she came back up. 

She prayed for an iPod and earphones which appeared in her hand at once. She put the earphones in and began to listen to music and danced with her eyes closed. Similar strategy as the rolling, she danced closer and closer to the edge with every beat of the song. She lost her balance when she reached the edge, once again due to a lack of ground. She started to fall backwards but instinctively flung out her arms to regain balance. She spun them like a maniac, hoping to regain balance which she did. When she and her feet were firmly planted back on the ground, her eyes widened in realisation and her fingers curled in frustration. She grabbed her face and dug her nails in, muffling a yell in the process. She ripped the earphones out of her ears and threw them off the mountain. 

None of these small tricks would work. She realised that. She needed something big.

She prayed for a chainsaw. She went to the edge again and turned the chainsaw on which had just appeared in her hand. She held it close to her ankles. An inch away, then a centimetre and then a millimetre but she could not do it. She even broke the skin but never got to the bone. If she did, she could have just fell. No legs to stand on, imagine how amazing would that be. 

The chainsaw hit the ground next to the river and exploded into pieces. She stood there, blood flowing down from her ankles like a waterfall, slowly creating a small stage of red for her to stand on. She joined her hands and wished for a merry go round. She also wished it to have a jet engine attached to it because why not. A jet engine with a simple on/off switch. One she could turn on at will and which she did. Just before she turned it on, she grabbed onto one of the bars on the merry go round. It spun her round and round till her brain was stuck to one side of her skull. She passed out but never let go. Her hands frozen once again on the bars of the merry go round were covered in her warm blood. They were bare, the skin on them sanded off. With her head spinning, she fell down. The world spinning around her, she could not even tell which arm of here touched the cold ground in the foetal position she was in. She laid there grabbing her stomach till she passed out. Her stomach was marked by blood and her feet caked in it.

However, by the next morning, the blood would be gone. Everything she had prayed for would be gone. Even the chainsaw and vomit at the bottom of the mountain would be gone. Her injuries will have healed, and her clothes would be once again, good as new. However, her quest would remain the same, her quest to jump off this mountain, so that she could experience free fall, the impact with the surface of the water and whatever comes after.