Touching The Void
Joe
I lay there in the crevasse, drifting in and out of consiousness for the remainder of the night. I think I turned my headtorch off at some point to save the battery, but I turned it back on again because I didn’t like the cold, empty darkness that echoed all around me. I had landed on a ledge and looking down into the depths of the crevasse send icy shivers through me. How deep was this thing? I had no idea. I sat there for a long while. Just thinking, waiting wondering if Simon would come for me. No. He surely thought I was dead, no one should survive falling that distance, but I did.
Simon
As I lowered myself down the mountain, I saw why Joe hadn’t been able to off the rope. He was practically hanging in space, he must have fallen off the overhang. Even further down though, as I neared the base of the mountain, I realised to my horror, what I had let Joe fall to. At the base of the mountain was an absolutely enormous crevasse. Surely he was dead. No man could survive a drop like that. Still, I stood at the massive gaping mouth of the crevasse shouting for all I was worth, just hoping against all odds that somehow Joe had survived. To no avail. The only reply was my own deperate echo.
Joe
Was I going crazy? Did I just hear Simon? Surely not, surely he presumed me dead. Never the less, I shouted back. I shouted, screamed almost, but the shouting had stopped, he was gone. There was no chance of rescue now. I considered just waiting there. Maybe someone would come and rescue me, but I knew that was never going to happen. Simon thought I was dead, and there was nothing I could do. My leg was broken, every inch of my body ached and I was excruciatingly thirsty. What was the point?
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Simon
After hollering down the crevasse for the best for the best part of an hour, I finally gave up. I’d killed him. I found myself just standing beside the crevasse, looking over the enormous ice field ahead, thinking; what will I tell his parents?, should I make up another story to make me look better?, why should I carry on, I’ll probably die anyway. I quickly shook myself out of it. I had to let someone know we climbed the west face. Though it hardly felt like an achivement now. Now, it feels like, well, to be honest I don’t know. I feel numb, nothing, empty.
Joe
I woke with a jolt. With the sun shining directly onto my face, through the distant opening above me. I’m so thirsty. No matter how much snow I ate, it didn’t quench the burning thirst that was eating away at me.Then, at that precise moment something inside me snapped. I’m not staying here any longer! I started to heave myself up into a sitting position. As I looked around me, I realised the only way I could possibly get out of here would be to lower myself down, deeper into this icy imposing crevasse. Not the most appealing option, but with no other options I had to do it. I lay all my equiptment out and started setting up, feeling the tiniest bit of hope that I might actually get out of this wretched hole!
Simon
Finally I set off across the ice field. Already, it had started to get dark, the dangers of the ice field increasing when you can’t see where your putting your feet. Gingerly I inched forwards, testing the ground infront of me, before taking each step. As it got darker, the stars came out and I grew gradually more and more weary, dragging my feet not being as careful as I should be.
I took another step, and froze. A quiet creaking echoed around me. I could feel panic rising in me. My heart was in my mouth and I stood stock still for what felt like hours. Nothing happened. I edged another inch or so forwards, still nothing. I let out a sigh of relief, my heart rate slowly returning to normal, and carried on. One more step and there was a deafening ‘crack’ and the ice dissapeared from beneath me. As I fell I yelled for Joe, for anyone, anyone who might hear me. I didn’t want to die. Not this way. Not now.
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Joe
As I inched down, deeper and deeper into the crevasse , my headtorch landed a dim glow on what looked like the base of the crevasse. I only had about fifteen feet left. My feet touched the ice at the base and I winced and fell in a heap at the excruciating pain in my broken leg. I hauled myself up into a semi-standing position and looked around. I let a small sigh of relief escape as I saw a small shaft of light filtering through a small hole about twentyfive meters above me. The overwhelming joy I felt at that moment was more than I thought was possible for one man to feel.
Simon
I hit the base of the crevasse with such force it felt like gravity had doubled. All the air was knocked out of me and every bone shattered, or at least thats how it felt. The immense pain, as a ton of ice cascaded down on me was mind-numbing, unspeakable. More pain than I thought was possible for one man to feel. I coundn’t move. Couldn’t speak. My breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Still, I desperately clutched on to life, but I could feel the last silvery threads of life slipping from my grasp, and they were gone.
Joe
A sudden wave of emotion suddenly washed through me, wiping every of joy out of me and I sank down to my knees and winced at the pain in my leg. What just happened? What is this emotion? It felt, it felt like I had lost somebody. Somebody close to me. Surely not, how could I sense something like that? I knew something had happened. I just didn’t know what. With a heavy heart, I started across the ice.
About halfway across, a loud ‘creak’ resounded around the crevasse, as I realised this wasn’t the bottom. This was only another layer before another drop. With my heart hammering ten to the dozen, I carried on carefully inching my way across on my stomach. I made it.
As I started to climb up the icy slope towards the opening I could feel exaustion niggling at me ,but I had to keep going, I had to get out of here. I reached the top and heaved myself out into the glorious sunlight, and heaved a huge sigh of relief. I had made it. All I had to do now was cross an enormous ice field, pick my way down a rocky slope and then I wouldn’t be far from base camp. My heart sank.
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Carefully I set off across the ice field, unable to test the stability of ice infront of me, I crept forwards, hoping I wasn’t about to fall through. Already, it was getting dark and I was only halfway across the field. Exaustion was beginning to take its toll, my leg was throbbing and everything was blurring together. Nearly there, almost a hundred metres left of this trecherous ice field, it was pitch black and I could barely keep my eyes open. I reached the end of the ice field and collapsed in a heap, falling asleep almost instantly.
I woke with a start. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes and my broken leg was unbearably painful. I was absolutely frozen and my clothes were crusty from the cold, but I slowly began to drag myself down the rocky slope towards base. Every step was agony as I half hopped, half stepped from rock to rock, the breath getting knocked out of me each time. Even after sleeping for goodness knows how long, I was still exausted. I could hear running water, but I couldn’t get to it, I kept digging inbetween the rocks looking, longing for water. Finally I reached a small stream that ran between the rocks. I splashed water over my face and drank, drank for what seemed like hours. I was so relieved to find water I forgot everything, just while I quenched my thirst. Eventually I had enough and set off again, slowly.
After what felt like an age, I finally reached the bottom of the slope. It felt good but that strange feeling of loss, I first felt in the crevasse kept my happiness at bay. I crawled through the trees, as a sudden feeling of dread filled my when I thought ‘what if they’ve left?’ ‘They must think I’m dead’, they would have left by now, surely. Thankfully though the camp was still there. I was overjoyed as I yelled for Simon, but as I got to the camp I realised. Simon wasn’t there, and at that moment I knew. Simon was dead. That feeling of loss was Simon. I couldn’t comprehend it. I had climbed out of a seemingly bottomless crevasse, crawled an ice field on my stomach and climbed down a rocky slope, all with a broken leg, but it was Simon, Simon who ended up dead. I was numb, and the irony, the irony of it all. I began to laugh, then cry. So thats how richard found me. Half laughing, half crying at the loss of my best friend.
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