I’m dying. I'm drowning.

I'm falling down a deep, dark well. I can't grab the stones in the walls because they’re covered with moss and mold. It's getting darker the deeper I fall, and the sides are getting smaller. But I can't stop, or even slow myself down. I'm drowning. I'm still falling. My shoulders are starting to break. My ribs are cracking from the pressure, and my lungs are full of stale, moldy water.

My arms are trapped to my sides, but I wouldn’t move them even if I could. I’m in here too deep to back out. I don’t know what to do. I feel so helpless, and that's exactly what I’m most scared of. I'm scared. I'm really, really scared- mostly because I can't see what the point of trying to climb back up is, anymore.