She could feel herself slipping. The sick feeling in her stomach was rising higher and higher, threatening to make her throw up. Her head spun as she clung onto the wooden study table in a final pathetic attempt, but it would not be enough to save her from falling eleven floors.
She remembered the last time she had given in to the vertigo. She had chosen the free fall to stop it. She chose to fall because after that she would at least no longer be afraid. To her there was nothing worse then fear. So she had given in and let it take her, so it did.

This time it was different. This time there was no choice. Some insuperable force was dragging her to the edge of the cliff. She could only watch in terror as her fingers raked through the dusty soil, trying to grab at anything that might prevent the inevitable.
Her heart stopped as she caught a glimpse of the illimitable darkness below, knowing that she would soon fall into this abyss and be consumed by nihility.
And yet again she was standing with no one there to catch her.
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