The never-ending silence threatened to cut me up and eat me alive. I dangled over the mountain like a dead tuna fish on an old fishing line, it felt like I was about about to fall. My leg was hurting so much it was like a thousand icicles in my leg. The freezing cold wind whipped at me like a frost devil waving around. The avalanche whipped me like a wild horse forced to go faster. Every second a gust of frost poured over me. It was like the wind was really raging with anger.
A few seconds later I shouted to Simon to try and pull me up. He shouted back I can’t. Then Simon remembered that he had an ice-pick in his bag. It took an age for him to get it out but he found it.He was holding all my weight. I kept saying pull me up, help. Then the next thing I knew I was falling down the mountain!!!!! I couldn’t believe it, my own friend cut me. Suddenly I landed with a big bbbbbuuuuummmmmmppppppppp. I was alive.