7. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Aiden
T his was such a fucking bad idea! WORST DAY EVER! I can’t believe I thought I could get away with something like this. I mean, what the hell was I thinking. I can hear the dirt thudding against the coffin lid and my heart feels like it’s trapped in my throat.
My heart is slamming against my rib cage as I stare up at the lid of the coffin in horror. I feel a full-blown panic attack heading my way like a freight train as I push the palms of my hands against the lid. I should have just stayed home and waited for Eve to get off work. I could be sitting on my couch right now watching horror movies instead of living one. Prison was sounding better by the second rather than being buried alive!
“Hey,” I shout as my voice comes out in a croak from sleep and disuse for the last few hours. I start pushing and punching against my fist against the lid of the coffin to get their attention.
The game is over. I need to get out of this coffin. Right. Fucking. Now. The dirt being thrown on the lid of the coffin never stops, it doesn’t even slow down. I push against the coffin lid trying to get it to open, but it must have been stuck on something.
“I’M IN HERE,” I scream, “I’M ALIVE!”
I started thrashing in the coffin like a madman, and still the dirt does not decrease it’s decent onto the coffin lid. I scream until my voice turns hoarse, and even then, I keep going. However, no one fucking hears me. Are they fucking deaf?
“I DON’T WANT TO BE BURIED ALIVE! I’M SORRY! I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN, I SWEAR!”
The realization comes crashing down on me in a wave of misery. I was going to die here in this fucking coffin, all because I was too curious for my own good. I can’t even believe this is what my life has become! Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes dripping down the sides of my face. My scream shifts into a sob of desperation.
Some say that your life flashes before your eyes when you know you’re about to die. All the happy memories are supposed to overwhelm your brain, right? That’s not what happened to me. Instead of my life flashing before my eyes I got a full reel of all the regrets of what I didn’t do.
My chest clenches in the realization that my life fucking officially sucked. I didn’t have a boyfriend that loved me. I didn’t care for my family because I was essentially the black sheep of the family. So, screw them.
I had no one in my life that gave a shit about me. No one to care if I lived or died. I only had one fucking friend, and I didn’t even think Eve would have mourned me if she figured out, I was dead. I think she would have been more upset with the fact that I didn’t show up for the horror movie marathon.
My phone! My heart jolts in my chest at remembering that my phone was still in my pocket. I completely forgot about my phone! I’ll just call Eve and tell her where I am. I’m sure she’ll come dig me out… hopefully.
I wiggle around to get my hand into my pocket and pull out my phone. With a triumphant noise escaping my sore throat I grin like a lunatic as I hold my phone in a death grip. Of course, when I click the power button nothing happens. I click it repeatedly but just my fucking luck there’s no power. My battery must have died during the fucking sermon!
Just like a ride on a fucking roller coaster I feel the high hopes plummet into miserable despair. I let out a defeated noise and thump my head against the pillowed cushions of the coffin. I was not going to get out of this fucking coffin. Tears began to sting my eyes once more, and I let out a broken scream that sounded more like a wounded animal. Shutting my eyes tightly as my hands balled into fists, I swallow thickly trying my best to push down the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm me.
I didn’t even get around to drawing that comic book that I always wanted to draw. I always found a reason to put it off for a later time. I had all my notes and rough sketches still in my iPad. It was going to be about a demon that saved the world one sinner at a time. Sure, it was going to be snarky, silly, and all around crazy, but it would have been awesome. It would have been a cool fucking comic book.
I rub the back of my fist against my eyes trying to clear the tears away. I’m sure I looked like a psycho raccoon with my eyeliner smearing everywhere, but at this point I just couldn’t find it in me to care. A broken sob escapes me no matter how hard I try to suppress it.
What will happen to Sin when I’m gone. Eve would never go for taking in my cat. I don’t even think she likes Sin. She just tolerates her. Oh god, Sin’s going to be homeless. That thought has me crying harder as sobs shudder through my entire body.
I just want to be back at home in my pjs watching scary movies with Eve and my cat, was that too much to ask for? I promise myself, if I somehow manage to get out of this fucked up situation alive, I was going to stop putting things off for later. I would live in the moment and try to be happier.
I was going to find a boyfriend and love the shit out of him. Maybe even add some human contact to the mix, and stop isolating. I don’t even know how I’m going to get myself out of this, but I doubt panicking is going to be helpful. I let out a long shuddering sigh.
I must have stressed myself out enough to fall asleep again. Or maybe these coffin pillows were just super comfortable. When I blink my eyes open again all I can see is blackness which just peaks my panic once more. It’s like Deja’ vu all over again. I’m ready to lose my mind if I’m not already there.
I have no clue how long I’ve been down in this coffin for. It could have been minutes or hours for all I knew. I let out a frustrated sound as I shut my eyes tightly. Sitting alone in the dark with only my thoughts for company was starting to drive me insane.
My whole body feels cramped in the small space. I want to stretch or sit up, but for obvious reason I can. It’s beyond frustrating, and no matter how much I wiggle my whole-body feels stiff and uncomfortable. Is rigor mortis setting in? Don’t you have to be dead for that? A little strangled giggle escapes me as my mind wonders off the deep end.
This is exactly why they used to have bells for this sort of shit! Just give me the fucking string and I’d be yanking on it like a fucking psycho! A hysterical laugh rips out of me at the thought. I really am losing my shit. I can’t even stop wondering how long I have left. I don’t remember how long it takes to run out of air, but I know it’s going to fucking happen eventually.
“IS ANYONE OUT THERE,” I halfheartedly shouted at the coffin lid truly doubting anyone would hear me at this point, “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?”
“Hello,” a masculine voice shout back. Great now I’m fucking hearing things. I let out a long-frustrated breath and bite down on the inside of my cheek hoping the pain would bring me back to reality. My brain feels fuzzy, and I’m sweating to death in this fucking coffin.
“Hello,” the voice (aka the figment of my imagination) comes again, “I’m going to get you out of there. Just hold on, okay?” I want to laugh because the voice sounds so unsure of themselves. You and me both, love. I roll my eyes, because of course my brain would conjure a guy like that. I want to scoff at myself, but my eyelids are growing heavy again, and my thoughts feel scattered at best.
I feel like my brain is just being cruel at this point. There can’t possibly be any hope for me. It’s Halloween night, and I doubt anyone can actually hear me screaming. My mouth purses and my brow scrunches when I hear muffled digging.
My mind starts to image who this delicious voice belongs to anyways, as if to torment me further. I find myself wondering if he’s tall. I bet he’s tall as shit, and broad too. I can definitely image him being tall with that deep voice of his. I wiggle further into the coffin pillows daydreaming about my perfect dream guy, because really what else can I do down her in the dark?
I bet he has a perfect ass too, and he probably smiles a lot. Strangely, I’m not turned off by the thought of him being a smiler. Bet he’s even a morning person. I tap the toe of my boot against the end of the coffin wondering what life would be like with someone like that. He would be the weird ying to my yang.
I’m sure it would be overwhelming at first, but I’d eventually get used to it. Maybe we could listen to music while I draw out my comic book. Yeah, I would like that very much. It sounds a lot better than Netflix and chill. Maybe he likes to read. Would a voice like that belong to a reader? Another giggle escapes me at that thought.
My mind begins to fantasize about our life together. This stranger that my mind has made up in my final moments. At least if I’m going to die, I might as well go happy.