Buried Alive

Part 1 Written 8.29.13 Part 2 Written 9.04.13

Everything's dark and claustrophobic and stale. Panic set in soon after the first pile of dirt hit the top of the coffin. It would have happened earlier if not for her confusion. It seems strange how long it took for her to realize she was being buried alive. She isn't sure how long it's been, but all the noise stopped what seems like forever ago. Her tears have long since soaked her face. Her body convulses as it tries to dry-heave in the small space.

She's alone. All that exists is her pounding heart, her panicked breathing, and this deep, dark black. Suddenly, everything stops. Shuts down. Her eyes close- it's useless to have them open anyway. She isn't thinking or feeling. Her breathing calms. Her heart stops its frenetic palpitations. There is nothing.

She is nothing.

 

 

Floating through the black she is camouflaged, disappeared. She finds comfort in the void; that nothingness that encompasses her with a steady pressure. The weight of it no longer confined to her heart but shrouding her whole body. She sinks into its welcoming embrace.

Then there is a moment, a jolt of fear. Her body involuntarily protests to the lack of oxygen; an instinctual warning telling her of the danger that complacency holds for her here. The nagging instinct drags her from the deep.

Friend and welcome comfort has become a deadly trap. Her entire being is screaming for her to run. She tries to flail her legs and is met with wood; pauses. Then, after a moment, she starts to claw at her rejected cage.