My snowy tomb

For me, and for what I experienced, it is difficult to explain. The order in which everything happened is hard to place. I don't remember a noise, yet there was a loud crack as it started. I remember for the first time now that I write this down eight years later, seeing the boys together waiting for me, waving their arms shouting to warn me as I got sucked under the snow. That was the last I saw of them.

I remember attempting to wrestle with the mountain as a huge force was sweeping me away. I was confused as to what was happening, at first I thought it quite amusing not realising the seriousness of the predicament I was in.

It felt too slow to be an avalanche, not that I would know what to expect from one. Yet it was an avalanche and God help me, I was in it. The fact that it seemed slow was just my brain working over time to try and help me escape.

There was no fear; not fear as we know it. There was a stark reality check and clear, controlled precise thought. At the same time there was absolutely nothing I could do. The adrenalin must have been saving me for was coming next.

I stopped fighting the mountain of snow, it was futile. It was highly likely I was going to need all the energy I could muster in the coming moments. The sudden realisation that you are about to die and there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent it is ironically life changing. Just all a bit too late!

I was now underground being turned over and over. I relaxed and went with the flow. I was sucked deep down below the surface. The lights went out and suddenly everything was quiet, very dark and very still.

My only companion now was the sound of myself panting for air that didn't exist, and a sub conscience that was attempting to deal with the facts. "I had really done it this time!" It was as clear as the daylight above ground that I was never going to see again, my life was over.

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