As I raise my left leg and balance it on a tiny edge,it gives way and I fall a few feet. I keep holding as tight as I can. I know I need help. Though I've been helped this far, I need even more help.
I try to steady my toes on the shaky stones of the slope. But from high up the mountain, a rock comes crumbling down, bringing me another few feet down despite my fearful scream.
"Somebody help!" I scream in my head. I see a few people, but none seem to hear me. The only one who once heard me, now seem so busy and has left me to myself probably with the hope that I'd make it to the top of this monstrous mountain all alone. So it all seems like no one can help me much.
I gasp, my throat goes dry. Tears stream down my bruised face and the cold breeze come cruelly at me.
Holding on to a firm branch, I lift my pain-stricken body a few inches higher and set my feet on firm stones- hope now seem to be regained. I hold on for a few hours and try to catch my breath...but soon, I feel the stones beneath my feet shake. My fear hightens.
Now I look down in fear and find hungry wolves at the foot of the mountain snaring at me; yearning for my flesh. Up is the only safe place. But how I wish someone would help me get there.
Soon, I hear a few footsteps and excitement draw in. "Help me somebody!" I scream with a glimmer of hope. I stop to gasp for breath. " Help!!" Unfortunately, no one hears. Though the mountain top seem so high for me, the angry wolves at the foot couldn't be an option. As I hear the growls of the angry wolves, my heart skips and my fear doubles, causing my foot to miss the dear stone that supported it. I fall another few feet down, fueling the hope of the hungry wolves.
"Help!" I cry out again. This time, my voice seems to fade into thin air. So I gather strength and push my body up and up and up. A smile breaks out across my dry lips. Then I pause, taking in enough breath- enough to at least take me another few feet upward.
"Dear God, just a little strength." I silently plead. A-little-strength I get and a shaky step I take.
Then a mighty wind begins to blow. Then all hope seems lost, as my hands and feet give way. Falling deep down, I hear the wolves laugh in merriment.
"God, just another chance please!!!" I scream. Another-chance I get. My hands finds another branch...but unfortunately, a thorny one.
Now, much farther from the top and closer to the wolves, my hands quiver. The thorns push their way into my delicate skin. Tears flow in torrents. Sweat fall as rain. Blood runs down like stream. Hope melts like wax before fire. Maybe I should end it all myself, runs my thoughts.
Should I let go, and by the wolves get torn...
Or hold on to the thorns until all my blood is gone?

-Olu_tomilayo.