While hanging I see my life flashing before my eyes and nothing is more depressing. I haven't accomplished anything at all. Unless you count a degree in biology as an accomplishment. All I have done in my life is studying. What a way to sign in for the competition most boring life. I might just win.

I hear something snap and before I can look up I'm already falling down. This was it. The first interesting thing that is happening to me in my whole life is going to be my death. And you know what? I'm just accepting it at this point. Farewell, people who never cared for me.

But even this won't be granted to me. No no, this worthless peace of shit will be saved apparently. While falling something soft interferes my way to the soft release of death. Something with feathers to be precise. Time for a fun fact about me: I'm allergic to feathers. And I won't mention my fear of heights because that mountain doesn't look that heigh to me anymore.