[ WP ] You jump . Your parachute does n't open .

Strapping on my chute I had a feeling of anticipation, it was my first jump I had told the guy who sat beside me in the plane. He Smiled at me and said “ you ’ re going to love it ” I told him in no uncertain terms that I probably wouldn ’ t. I was deftly afraid of heights. As the plane ’ s single prop engine chugged to life I felt my heart start to pump not fast just pump. As the plane gained speed so did my pulse. the pumping started pushing me on the brink of a panic attack. Then the door slid open, and everything dropped. My nerves calmed instantly, and all I wanted was to soar in the sky feeling the breeze while looking at the deep blue. I turned to the man next to me and told him “ you know you might be right, it looks like it might be fun. ” he patted me on the back and the instructor gave some last minute tips and we lined up to jump. 
 
 My turn comes up and I line myself up to the edge and look down and my throat gets a large lump and seems a bit dry. The instructor looks at me laughs and yells over the loud engine and wind “ Don ’ t look down until you ’ re out or you ’ ll never jump. NOW JUMP ”. 
 
 I don ’ t know what came over me but my legs plunged me out of the plane. My heart froze completely. The wind started blowing faster until I felt like I had hit terminal velocity. I look down and figure it ’ s time to pull the chute. I grab and yank nothing happens, but this happens I pull again nothing. I try running through the procedure for the reserve shoot. It deploys but doesn ’ t get out completely, I realize I forgot to cut away the first chute. I look down the ground is coming up way too fast now, if I hadn ’ t reached terminal velocity I sure as hell have now. I try to run through how to survive a chuteless landing I try to right myself so that my legs absorb the impact. Now I ’ m not a religious man but I took a moment to make a prayer. I look down the grounds coming too fast, is that a corn field? I don ’ t know it ’ s coming too fast and just before I hit I realize my legs are locked I lose up best I can. I think about Mila Kunis and try to relax. 
 
 The sound hits, my vision goes dark, I don ’ t feel my legs then a pain shoots up my upper torso and I feel my chest swim forward to the ground I push out my hands in front of me trying to absorb the impact. I realize the black me my eyelids being closed. As foolish as it sounds it too almost to realize it. I open them up push myself up off my chest. Great my arms work I try to stand but it doesn ’ t quite work. I pull myself up onto my right knee. Looking down I see a large indent in the ground. “ Wait I didn ’ t land nicely did I? ” I say under my breath to myself. 
 
 “ No you sure as shit did not land nicely ” I look up to see an old farmer pale as a ghost, supporting himself on the door to his truck. “ Drove over her to see if there was anything I could do expecting a blob what the hell ” he trailed off and seemed to be supporting himself a bit more on the truck door than should be necessary. 
 
 I gather my composure stand and check myself. I see an instructor van drive out into the field where I landed. In the distance I hear a siren. I look around the farmers finally come over beside me touching on the shoulder asking questions. I don ’ t hear him my head is spinning. “ How I mutter ”. Another man runs up yelling my name “ Clark CLARK! you ’ re OK!? ” I look over it ’ s Pete he ’ s almost as pale as the farmer. I sit down and wonder what happened.
