Answer:
I'm not sure if It's supposed to be in first person, maybe try imaging you are hainging off a cliff or you're on a plane that's about to crash.
Step-by-step explanation:
My knuckles are pale from being tightly clenched around the rusted metal bar, I feel the wind blowing against me threatening my balance. The water below me is roaring but my heart seems to be louder. I peek down, the jagged rocks and the thundering river did not seem like a pleasant way to go. My lungs feel stiff as I take in slow trembling breathes all the while feeling my grasp loosen. Would someone come to get me? I’d made one last 911 call before my phone died, thank god for Siri, but how long would it take? Will they find me in time? A stinging pain rises in my hands, my nails are digging into my palm, drawing warm blood that I can’t help but feel relief for as the air grows colder. I glance back at the deteriorating metal railing from the now sideways bridge, I should’ve never walked across, I should’ve never risked it. Suddenly, the bridge shifts and lets out a big creak. My heart drops, is this it? My heart is beating faster now, It’s freezing out but I’m sweating, how much longer can I last?