Just when I thought we were dead for sure, our car gave this crunching noise and shuddered to a stop, hanging on by what felt like a thread.
After what felt like an eternity, I peeled my eyes open, my heart racing, and saw Hannah peering down with wide eyes.
She turned back quickly, her voice sharp with urgency. “Don’t you move a muscle. Stay still, Allie!”
I froze, but my gaze couldn't help looking downward. Below us was what seemed like an abyss, our car dangling over the edge, as if caught on something, swaying lazily, almost mockingly, in tune with our dumb luck.
"Don’t move. We’re caught on a branch, and there's still momentum keeping us here. It'll stabilize soon!" Hannah tried to reassure me.
Just as I let out a breath of relief, the car lurched down with a 'crack', and I screamed again, slamming my eyes shut, too terrified to even breathe properly, as if the slightest breath could tip the balance and send us plummeting.
We were at a 45-degree angle, gravity pulling us down. Especially me—I was slanted, my whole weight hanging on the seatbelt. If it broke or came loose, it was game over for both of us.
Hannah was in a better spot, her body pressed against the door, looking much more comfortable than I was. But if my seatbelt snapped or came loose, I'd crash into her, and the sudden shift would surely send the car tumbling further down.
The situation was grim, any previous relief evaporating as my pulse hammered in my ears.
Hannah kept up her calm front. “Don’t be scared. I’ll figure out a way to get us out of this!”
As she spoke, she made a slight move, attempting to unfasten her seatbelt, but the car swayed alarmingly with the slightest motion. The tree branch wasn't as sturdy as we needed it to be.
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