Spellbound Week one

“Mark!” Stacy leaped and reached for his hand as he fell off the cliff. With one hand she caught his and with the other she grabbed the edge of the cliff. They swayed in the wind but were alive.
“Mark?!” Stacy cried hoping for answer. There was none. Stacy began to panic and franticly shake Mark, trying to force him awake; it was no use, he was out cold. How long it would last she didn’t know.
“Markus, wake up right now!” Stacy tried again. She knew that she could heal someone with just a touch and it could vary on the time it takes and she knew Mark could fly her and himself out of here if only he would wake up. Mark please…Wake up Mark. Please, love, you have to wake up. You have to! Stacy’s thoughts begged.
“Drake! You wake up this instant, Drake! Please, Drake!” She tried again. She felt him stir and try to pull his hand away. She gripped his till their knuckles turned as white as ash. She felt his panic and her own rise.
“No! You’ll die if you let go!” Stacy yelled. He finally stopped pulling away and Stacy felt relived. She looked up to see a tall figure above them, arm’s length apart. The figure’s dark hair flew in the wind lashing her face. Even though Stacy couldn’t see the person’s face she knew who it was.
“Your still alive, Stacy?” The voice fought between relief, surprise and anger. The figure thought she had killed Stacy and Mark was trying to get revenge. That was not the case.
“Why did you betray us?!” Stacy whispered. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She was their best friend and now she was trying to kill them all.
“Let me help you up.” The figure said, more like demanded, and reached down. Stacy didn’t move but glared at her once friend.
“Stacy, give me your hand!” She almost shouted. She never wanted Stacy to die, at least not this way.
“Why should I? Why should I trust you? We all trusted you! Now one of us is dead… And now, us, your two only other friends are hanging off this cliff waiting for death to catch us. Why would you care?” Stacy spouted back. Stacy was still grieving the loss of their teammate and angry about her betraying them. Still the figure held out her hand waiting for Stacy to grab it. Stacy, grab my hand you idiot! Thought the figure angrily. 
“I’m not an idiot.” Stacy’s growled.
“I want you to die quick and mostly painless, Stacy. I can’t stand here and watch you wait for death. We were once friends, you know?” She said with her musically sad laugh.
“You went and murder our friend! He even loved you! How dare you say we were friends! How dare you betray us! How dare you!” Then in a burst of anger Stacy let go of the ledge and pulled Mark into a hug as they started to fall. Stacy’s blond hair whipped her and Mark’s face as the ground grew closer and closer. Stacy heard her old friend yell hateful things down to her as the past month of mix memories flashed in front of her eyes.