To walk more down the mountain, Johan wanted help. Though he minded each of his steps carefully, pain in the joints and the wounds kept on annoying him. The wounds did not ooze blood anymore, but the clot that glued his clothes with the cuts almost crippled him with unbearable pain. Johan was surprised how he could fall down into such a depth and yet survive. It was unheard that anyone could fall down into thousands of feet down and come up without much harm except a few wounds.
He was more wondered when he realized that Sebi and Neville, his friends, who were with him could not be found now. He remembered them walking along with him on the narrow road on the mountain in the midnight, but they for sure, did not fall. He had ignored their warnings and kept on walking on the sideline which was slippery and on the very verge of the deep valley that lied like the dark mouth of a monster. On the spur of a moment, he fell down to the endless depth, through the darkness. One died limb of a tree that stopped him for a moment gave him the pain of a stab. With a creaking noise it suddenly fell apart and then crumpled along with him. His eyes were closed and he felt that he was falling into a deep sleep. He had lost his consciousness.
Johan first felt lifeless, when he thought about his close friends and it slowly changed to frustration as he couldn’t believe them leaving him alone to death and fleeing from the place like deceivers. It was midnight yesterday and the mountain was almost deserted, except them. They could have at least waited back and searched for him, he felt.
Slowly he walked down. Each step gave him pain, to which he got almost inured to, by that time. There was a lot to walk down and any hope of catching a cab at this time of night was vain. He had to reach the railway station, which could be seen from the peak like a dotted figure of LED lights at the foot of the mountain. It was from there they had started the trekking a day before.
Will continue
[Part 2 in next 4 days]
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