Her fingernails latched onto whatever weeds and rocks she could grab. She held the earth so tight in her grip that she thought her fingers could break. Sweat slithered down her forehead and fell to her feet, which were dangling helplessly. She felt her shaking, clammy hands start to slip, and the thought of giving in and releasing her grip danced through her concussed head. On one hand, if she let go, this would all be over. A sweet, maybe even painless relief of death if the rocks down below hit her head in the right spot. But then what would become of Henry? Who would make sure he made it to the safe zone? Who would tell him everything would be alright? Without a mother, how could any little boy go on in a world like this? The nightmarish thought invigorated Jane’s limbs and set her mind straight. She was going to live.
Her fingernails latched onto whatever weeds and rocks she could grab. She held the earth so tight in her grip that she thought her fingers could break. Sweat slithered down her forehead and fell to her feet, which were dangling helplessly. She felt her shaking, clammy hands start to slip, and the thought of giving in and releasing her grip danced through her concussed head. On one hand, if she let go, this would all be over. A sweet, maybe even painless relief of death if the rocks down below hit her head in the right spot. But then what would become of Henry? Who would make sure he made it to the safe zone? Who would tell him everything would be alright? Without a mother, how could any little boy go on in a world like this? The nightmarish thought invigorated Jane’s limbs and set her mind straight. She was going to live.