【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(17)

I plunge my fingers into the hill and pull myself away from the roots. Dangling there, I remove my hand and move up, thrusting into the mud a few more feet up. The same with the knife in my other hand, pulling myself through the sea of brown and green before me. I look up. GET DOWN, CHARA, GET DOWN. I keep going. The rock seems closer now, just a few feet. I pull out my hand and go to stab the hill yet again, but wince in pain and scream, I feel my hand loosening from the knife. Three of the five nails on my hand are completely gone. I fall, hands outstretched, the wind rushing past my head, before it smacks against a rock on the ground. I grit my teeth in morbid frustration as my eyes close, blackness engulfing me.