It was the fall that surprised me the most. The push I think I kind of expected. I knew there would be some repercussions of me speaking out of term the way I did. I knew that he would push me, I did not expect the fall.

It was that stomach rising to your throat kind of feeling, where you suddenly realise what is happening and you cannot stop it. The fear that runs through you so quickly that it makes every part of you feel cold.

It passed in as quicker time as it had begun, yet I was still falling, but my head became clear as I saw the ground rising up to meet me. It felt like I was falling for hours. The seconds seemed to just stretch out and as I landed, I expected my body to be riddled with pain and then gone, but it didn't.

I lay there, not feeling anything. The sun beat down on my back and I lay still knowing that I would not get up again any time soon. I couldn't feel a thing. I was numb.

I wanted to roll over and look up. I wanted to laugh and say ha look I am still alive and you did not win. but my body was no longer under my control. It did not respond as I tried to tell it to move. I just lay there, the blood seeping out into the ground as it took my life with it.

I heard people and screams, but I was calm. My life was no longer chaos. Everything was clear to me now and I knew what my purpose was. Falling that day was what was meant and as I lay dying. I smiled.