The Academy - The Drop (2)

December 12, 2001

“I was so not made for this”
" Just do it." These words came from my instructor, my mentor, John.

Liza looked from the wall’s ledge at the 20+ foot drop into-well that was it, into what? What lied beneath the darkness that was night? A few seconds passed by as she pondered the outcomes of thrusting herself off a 20+ foot wall. Lets see, usually at the bottom of a wall, there is ground, unless that’s what they want me to think.

“I’m losing my paitence Liza, jump now, or be owned by fear.”

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. “Fear is weakness” I thought to myself as a gust of piercing wind threw me off balance. The next thing I knew I was falling.

I woke in the care unit at the Academy. That wasn’t the first time that I had gotten myself thrown off a wall, but I promised myself, it would be my last. For this month anyway.

Present Day

I was six years old when that happened, and trust me , I have done a lot of growing up over the past nine years.

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