Absynthe wrote:I kicked the blankets off. How am I going to do this? I pushed my self upright, trying to ignore the blistering head ache, and wiggled off the bed. I tiptoed across the cold wood floorboards, thanking all gods, known and unknown that my legs were working.
My eyes scanned the room, looking for a bag, and spotted my bulbous red yoga bag. I grabbed my yoga bag and yanked on the zipper until I jerked it free. I turned it upside down, dumping all of my things onto the floor. I reached over and pulled the doors of my dresser open and threw everything into the yoga bag.
I slung my leg over the window sill and shifted to an awkward crouch. I leaned out and looked down. The patio of my house was another story down, and a wrought iron fence lurked below my window. I shuddered and leaned back. I certainly didn't want to land on that.
I leaned out and peered up. The edge of the roof hung six feet up, barely within reach. I carefully leaned out into a standing position, gripping the top of the window for support. I reached for the roof, but couldn't reach. My foot slipped, I started to fall over, but caught my self at last second.
I carefully lowered myself down to the garage’s roof. Walking carefully I went to the other side.
“Elisabeth!” somebody called. They knew I was gone.. I panicked and jumped off, landing on my right foot. Exquisite pain shot up my leg. I cried out and leaned over to look at my foot. A nail had embedded itself in my heel and bent slightly. No! Ignore it, you have to move! Pull yourself together.