??? POV
I fell and just kept falling. Falling, falling until I could fall no more.
Then I hit the ground. The hard, cold ground.
It hurt. My head hurt.
It was throbbing. Throbbing, punching, waiting, kicking, hitting, bumping against my skull.
I saw blurry shapes, blurry images, and blurry figures.
Then, black. So much black. So much silence.
Now everything is muffled, and I feel my consciousness fleeting before me. I can’t keep my eyes open.
Open.
What is open?
Open feels so far away.