annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
I grew up in Zermatt surrounded by the Swiss mountains that I loved. My friends and family always thought I was a bit unusual but we all knew each other so well that it never bothered anyone. We would hike together through the foggy mountains wearing our hiking boots, laughing and joking along the way.
One day while we were out on a particularly long hike I fell down a steep slope and hurt myself badly. My friends tried to help me up but I couldn't move because of my injuries. They had to leave me behind so that they could get help from someone else.
I was left all alone in the freezing cold, crying uncontrollably as the fog rolled in around me. It was like time itself seemed to be closing in on me. I knew if I didn't find a way out of there soon I would probably freeze to death. The only thing that kept me going was my desire to see what lay beyond the misty mountains, and so I set off into the unknown once again with nothing but my backpack to guide me.
