After 1 hour and 15 minutes of strenuous climbing, I had managed to drag myself to the final step. The sweat was dripping down my face which had mixed with the tears. My elbows were shredded and blood had coated my forearms. I didn’t realise how difficult it would be to climb 87 stairs without functioning legs.
Yes, there were 87 stairs exactly because my face had passed each one and I had kept count to remind myself that I never wanted to have to do this again. Also, it’s tough to use your legs when you have a severed spinal cord with three vertebrae completely out of place, two broken tibia and a crushed ankle. The broken leg bones weren’t hurting me since I had lost feeling once the paralysis had set in.
I had finally made it to the top of the bridge. Maybe someone would notice me crawling along this length of road. But no one came. It was early morning anyway. After a few more minutes of dragging myself along the rough asphalt, I stopped to catch my breath. I looked out from the bridge. I acknowledged what a beautiful morning it was, despite my physical condition.
After I had rested enough to regain some strength, I hoisted myself back to my raw elbows. I could see the patch of ground way at the bottom from where I had originally crawled.
As I threw myself off again, I’d make sure that I’d land on my head this time.
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Credits to: meeplol
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