Adventure by Daisy Wannell

I screamed out as I fell from the mountain, drifting, swaying like a human snowflake. As I tumbled through the air, stomach flipping and leaping, I thought of the imminent death looming ahead-was this my fate? My billowing black hair snagged at the spindly twigs ripping the hair from my head. Shutting my great green eyes I sobbed a cry that split the sides of me and shook my body. My scarf and boots landed with a soft thump and a small, thin cloud of snow. I opened one eye a crack and found that I was about to hit the ground. Impact. Pain washed through me, jolts and waves like electricity, striking me with extreme, unimaginable pain that almost killed me. To my great surprise though, I was alive, the snow that cushioned the shock of my fall. Gingerly, I got to my feet and my legs buckled, though I resiliently rose again, battling my way through the dark, wind and rain. Slowly, steadily, the rain turned to light, exquisite snow which then turned to heavy, deadly snow. I remembered hearkening to the teacher rambling on about blizzards, and how to save yourself. I mentally thanked her. Cold savaged me like a knife to the skin, my teeth chattered uncontrollably. I fell to my knees and dug at the snow frantically, dwelling on my freezing feet, covered in a scanty affair of woollen socks. I curled up in my deep attempt at a hole, knees hugged to my chest. Tired, weak, cold and alone I lay in the dark sadly, my stomach churning and finally hurling vomit as my body gave in. All day I drifted in and out of consciousness, head banging repeatedly, sounds ringing in my ears like a bell, constant, maddening and steady. Hand over heart, I tried to concentrate on my heart. Beating, beating like a drum. I heard distant wails of a siren in the distance, but coming nearer. I cried bitterly, confused and wary. My eyes blurred, my mind became a whirling battle of cotton like filling, no use to me. Everything was aching, stinging, creaking. I couldn't make head nor tail of anything. As I drifted into another light sleep, ready to be tormented by the strangeness of it all, Strong comforting arms hauled me onto a stretcher, though I was in such a state at the time I barely knew what was happening, so I cried and let the puke dribble down my chin, though people, possibly the rescuer, wiped me up and spoke calming, sensible words of comfort. The stretcher was carefully, oh so carefully, wheeled into the ambulance where I was finally left alone. I stressed over the worrying words they spoke over my head, thinking I was asleep. Within what seemed like centuries, but which was probably minutes, I was in hospital. I was there for days, being checked, injected and questioned. Oh, how tiring were those few days that I passed them mainly by sleep and a pining need for normality. 
After weeks of crying, vomiting sleeping and longing, I was soon taken home and returned to my usual self.