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Hey!! How does it feel to be done with your NOVEL????

If you want to, I really dont know what to think of this scene I wrote. I feel like I can do more with it, any points would be appreciated 😀
(I warn you, Its a little tense)
All the air seemed to drain out of my lungs. My limbs went limp with fear and I could barely register the clouds and dark sky that were around me.
This was it, this was the end of me.
I could have done so much more with my short life. There were moments I regretted wasting. Moments that I could have turned into something bigger and better. Instead of keeping silent, I should have spoken despite my feelings. Rather than step back with fear, I should have leapt forward and done the exact thing I was dreading. Seize the time I had. However, despite all that I may have missed, I felt satisfied with what I had done. A person couldn’t do everything.
Screaming was useless at a time like this, no one would hear me, and like Corbin was thinking, would look terrible on my tombstone. ‘Shauna Smith, fell from one hundred floors up. Nice lady. Last words: SCREAM!’
The sharp air bit my face and made my eyes water, maybe it was tears. I thought I had a life ahead of me, but it was being taken.
The suspension was awful. At any second I would see the ground and wait for pain, darkness and then heaven.
I tried to propel myself towards the building and keep one hand on the glass in case something was there to hold on to. It may dislocate my arm, but I was willing to take the chance. I had only been falling for a second.
Falling, falling… SMACK! The sound of concrete and tennis shoes and the feeling of sharp lines of pain nearly made me crippled and tore my mind from my thoughts of death.
For a fleeting moment I thought I died, but when I inhaled deeply, I realized I was very much alive and hyperventilating.
Regaining my balance and clearing my mind. I looked at what saved my life. A narrow line of concrete wrapped around the entire side of the skyscraper that I could see. It may have been five inches wide, leaving me hardly enough room to even keep my balance. What an awful situation.
What was I going to do? If I sneezed, breathed too deeply or even moved, I was sure to fall.
I tried to look down at the ground out of curiosity, but even then I felt that my eyeballs weighed ten pounds and would send me careening to my death.
I stayed as still as a statue and wondered how far from the open window I was, I wasn’t about to look up.
Breaking the glass behind me would require too much force and momentum and walking around the ledge was just out of the question. I was stuck until someone or something came.