Skydiving

I look out of the small window on the right side of the plane, I´m strapped on to the instructor and the pilot signals that it was OK to make the jump, I open the door of the plane but I can´t move my feet. It felt like someone had super glued my feet to the cold metal floor. When I was about to say that I did´t want to go, but the instructor had kicked off and we started to fall through the lonely blue sky. I felt the wind pushing against my trembling body, the wind was so strong that it felt like I was being pushed around by one thousand people at once. We were falling through the sky so fast I couldn't breathe properly. When the instructor tried to free the parachute it got stuck, they tried and tried but is was no use. I knew that this was how I would end, I knew that I would haunt the people that are daring enough to make the dreaded jump.