The first thought that would be running through my mind would be 'How did I get into this mess?'. I'd reflect on how I had been caught, tied up and pushed to the edge of the bridge and regret what I had done to get there and think of what I could have done differently. I would be struggling to escape but being very careful as any misstep could be the misstep of doom.
Then I would relax a little and hopefully try to get my captors to lower their guard somewhat. My thoughts would probably be frantic and running through my head a million times faster than normal. My heart would be racing and I would panic and think of the people that I love the most. My family in Malaysia, my host family in America, all my best friends that I would never see again and immediately feel guilt for not catching up to them more often and for not thinking of them first before thinking about my impending death,
I would then think of my bucket list and all my regrets along with all the things I had not done which I had wished to do. I'd start my last attempt at struggling and praying. I'd regret not going to church more, not reading the bible more and wondering whether Saint Peter would let me in at the gates of heaven. I'd pray the Our Father, the Hail Mary and the Glory be and hope.
