A/N: I know this chapter is short, but please bare with me here. I promise the ones to come will be longer...if you guys think I should continue, at least.

Chapter 1

I am flying. Well, that's what it what it feels like at least, as I race down my course. I feel the wind whip over my body, and the vibrations from the slight chatter of my skis. I make another turn and hit yet another gate; to everyone else, I'm sure it would've looked perfect. But for me, that's the moment when everything went wrong.

Right when I hit the gate the music coming out of my headphones disappeared, and was replaced by an odd buzzing noise. The noise hurt my ears, and caught me off guard just long enough for me to lose my concentration for a split second. Sure it doesn't sound like that long, but it was enough. I tried to make the next gate, but wasn't able to get around it.

I hit the gate with one ski on one side and one on the other, causing me to go flying. I flipped and tumbled through the air, hitting the slope every so often. My skis flew off after my first flip and I lost my poles after they jammed themselves into my gut. I heard a few cracks, but my brain didn't even get the chance to register any pain.

I finally came to a stop, lying spread eagle somewhere on the hill, eyes squeezed shut, and unable to move by myself. The last thing I heard was the buzzing coming from my headphones, along with some faint yells and screams from spectators and officials and whatnot. My last thought 'Well at least it was a good fall'. Then a new type of darkness consumed me, as I lost all consciousness.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. I know it's not much to go off of, sorry! I'll update a.s.a.p., as long as people like it. :D

Please read on! I promise it gets better! (And if not, feel free to yell at me.)