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Falling Into Redemption
#WritcoStoryPrompt30
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
The minutes stretched on, but the pain began to blur, and in the quiet of the ravine, it felt like time had frozen, leaving only the remnants of his shattered body and a mind struggling to hold onto consciousness. The man’s eyes fluttered, his chest heaving with every shallow breath, each one a labor. He could feel the cold creeping into his bones, and the darkening edges of his vision threatened to pull him under.
The world outside was distant, almost unreal, as if he had become part of the landscape—just another forgotten fragment of the earth, lost and broken. His hand moved slowly, a futile attempt to reach the door again, but the cold steel was unforgiving. His fingers slipped off the mangled handle as if it too were rejecting him.
Then, through the haze, a faint sound reached his ears—distant at first, like a whisper of hope, a break in the relentless silence. It was the sound of something approaching: a vehicle, its engine humming faintly, growing louder with each passing second.
Desperation surged through him, the instinct to survive kicking in for one last, fractured attempt. His throat burned as he tried to call out, but only a strangled rasp escaped, drowned beneath the weight of the wreckage. He fought to focus, to stay awake, to make some sign that he was still here.
*Please, someone. Please.*
The car was upside down, and the world felt upside down too. The earth was spinning beneath him, but all he could do was hang on to whatever thread of life remained. He tried again, forcing air into his lungs, a dry sob escaping as the effort proved too much.
"Help..." he managed, though it felt like a whisper swallowed by the night.
Then—his heart skipped—a faint figure appeared above him, a blur of motion, someone moving toward the wreckage. A voice—clear and urgent—cut through the fog in his mind.
"Hey! Are you okay?" The voice was sharp, commanding, and full of a kind of disbelief.
The man could only nod weakly, not trusting himself to speak any longer, too exhausted to form words. The figure above him was trying to open the door, but it was still jammed. They cursed under their breath, pulling at the handle with all their strength, and then, in an act of desperation, yanked...
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
The minutes stretched on, but the pain began to blur, and in the quiet of the ravine, it felt like time had frozen, leaving only the remnants of his shattered body and a mind struggling to hold onto consciousness. The man’s eyes fluttered, his chest heaving with every shallow breath, each one a labor. He could feel the cold creeping into his bones, and the darkening edges of his vision threatened to pull him under.
The world outside was distant, almost unreal, as if he had become part of the landscape—just another forgotten fragment of the earth, lost and broken. His hand moved slowly, a futile attempt to reach the door again, but the cold steel was unforgiving. His fingers slipped off the mangled handle as if it too were rejecting him.
Then, through the haze, a faint sound reached his ears—distant at first, like a whisper of hope, a break in the relentless silence. It was the sound of something approaching: a vehicle, its engine humming faintly, growing louder with each passing second.
Desperation surged through him, the instinct to survive kicking in for one last, fractured attempt. His throat burned as he tried to call out, but only a strangled rasp escaped, drowned beneath the weight of the wreckage. He fought to focus, to stay awake, to make some sign that he was still here.
*Please, someone. Please.*
The car was upside down, and the world felt upside down too. The earth was spinning beneath him, but all he could do was hang on to whatever thread of life remained. He tried again, forcing air into his lungs, a dry sob escaping as the effort proved too much.
"Help..." he managed, though it felt like a whisper swallowed by the night.
Then—his heart skipped—a faint figure appeared above him, a blur of motion, someone moving toward the wreckage. A voice—clear and urgent—cut through the fog in his mind.
"Hey! Are you okay?" The voice was sharp, commanding, and full of a kind of disbelief.
The man could only nod weakly, not trusting himself to speak any longer, too exhausted to form words. The figure above him was trying to open the door, but it was still jammed. They cursed under their breath, pulling at the handle with all their strength, and then, in an act of desperation, yanked...
