The jacket hugged my arms like before, slowly and eagerly spinning me from the ceiling in an attempt to make me better. I groaned loudly as wind hit my face for the thirteenth time in a row. I hissed in pain at the feeling of my bones being twisted and my head being smashed in. I grunted in agony, trying to jerk away from the jacket and thing clamping my jaw. I can taste metallic iron on my tongue, choking me. I felt the iron red fly from my mouth, making me scream again. I jerked more haphazardly, attempting to scratch at my face and make the pain go away. I began to spin more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more until....

I felt it all stop. I felt my body go limp and my head start hurting. I looked down, to see a long cord attaching me to the ground, keeping me stable. My eyes teared up. Everything hurts. I licked my chapped lips, watching the edges of my brain turn fuzzy. It's all going away. I stand at the edge, staring down into the abyss. I wondered how I got here, how I felt at home here. I kicked a rock off the edge. It wasn't alive. What was the point of it being here? I looked over the edge. How did it feel to be cast over the edge of the world?