ANELISA'S POV

I gritted my teeth, as determination fueled me to keep moving forward.

As I descended, the rope began to slip through my hands and panic flushed me.

I tried to grip tighter, but it was too late as my hands lost their hold and my body sliced through the air and my stomach twitched with fear.

Time stopped for me as I screamed and used my elbows to cover my face. For a moment, I could see my mother's pale face.

Her last wish rings in my head;

"Promise me Anelisa, you'll stay alive, ...