I arrive and I can hear the strong whirling wind, it's so strong that it feels like it can take me to space. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here, I could fall, I thought to myself. Never mind, I'm safe. It said it would be a clear sunny sky with no wind though.
I start coughing because of the dust getting in my mouth and eyes. This place is supposed to be quite popular, Usually tourists come here to take pictures but no one is here. I wanna get some cool pictures so I'm gonna go to the top of the rock. It's safe... I think. I bring my phone up to the top and I start to get tired after climbing and I start to get blisters and bruises. But it's okay, because it's gonna be worth it, right?
I'm finally at the top and I start to wobble, I keep telling myself "I'm safe", "I'm safe", "I'm safe". Why am I worrying? I should just get it over and done with. I take out my phone and look for good lighting. I get some good pictures. I should take a selfie and send it to my friends, I turn to front camera and I look in the background of the picture, it looks like someone's behind me... Then I can feel pressure on my back but I don't have any time to react. I've been pushed off.
I can feel the strong wind against me as I slowly fall, well it feels slow. But in reality, I'm falling at the speed of light. It's a long drop. I look up and see a person looking down at me, they don't even look human. Did they push me? Did they- Everything goes black. I died.