127 hours Essay

Submitted By zedmed25
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127 Hours.

I was trapped like a caged animal. The rocks was just sitting there hopelessly staring at me in a ferocious manner. I could just feel the heaviness of the rocks getting tighter and tighter as though they was clinging around my arm. The smell of the dampness of the air made me feel physically sick. All I could see was complete darkness. I started to scream for help but I got no reply apart from my own voice talking back to me. Echoing. My cry of help was met with silence.
The realization had only just dawned upon me to what had actually really happened. I picked my bag up of the rock and started to rummage through to see what I could find; there was nothing but half a litre of water and a useless blunt utility knife. I just sat and thought for a while and the realization of me being trapped had finally sunk in. Many thoughts started to suddenly flash through my mind to what had happened. I never thought a day out hiking with a few friends and maybe do some rappelling so I could explore the slot canyons could turn out in such a disaster.
My eyes was beginning to slowly close like some sort of a force was pulling them down. All I could remember was that one minute I was cycling through the breath-taking beautiful landscape of red sand and shadows until I seen an interesting site I decided to go and explore so I parked my fresh mountain bike up against the wall then took my trip to explore and told Thomas and John I would catch them up. But it was only until after I left the area I had been exploring I had realised I left my bike over on the brick wall. That was when the disaster strikes. However not knowing what was going to happen I just carried on my journey on foot into the climbing canyon. According to the sign posts that was up the canyon required technical rock and climbing skills to negotiate however I thought I was more than capable so I carried on. I was accustomed to being in far, risky environments so I thought the canyons was just going to be a walk in the park for me. Little did I know it wasn’t? It was a beautiful day and I was essentially just walking.
Suddenly I felt myself falling without any control. The world flew by me. I felt like a bird diving down to meet its prey. Then all of a suddenI hit the bottom. Not realising a boulder tumbling behind me as if it was following me. I didn’t think I was going survive a million thoughts was flashing through my mind all at once.
BANG, CRASH I tumbled down the hole and it came to a stop. I thought I was free filled with joy I was about to begin my way out until I tried to get up I then realised I couldn’t move wondering why I looked down at my arm. I was trapped. I was pinned against the canyon wall with the big heavy boulder sitting there on my arm. Crushing my bones. I didn’t know what to do.
I felt my eyes slowly open they felt like led. In my mind I thought it was all a dream at first up until now the pain started to kick in. I just looked at my arm in devastation all I could see was the boulder on my arm only being able to see the top half of my arm had turned blue as there was no blood circulation. There was no way out. I had an idea I took the blunt utility knife out of my pocket and made several futile attempts to chip away at the boulder but it was already fairly blunt and this just made it worse. This first night asdarkness descended upon the canyon I realised how alone I actually was. Living through