Short story 1
I promise I'm not dead, not even a vampire. I didn't even die yet, so why am I here? Lying in my own coffin to live to say that it is the most uncomfortable thing in the world?
My friends knew about these attacks, yet we don't know what causes them. Why do I even have these things happen to me? I don't want to be sleeping beauty, so why must this happen to me?
When this thing happens to me, my friends say that I just faint. I don't though! I still hear feel smell and taste everything! I just can't see though, I can't move any part of my body no matter how much I will myself to. But of course my friends don't believe any of this madness, they just think of me as a stupid girl who faints and has weird dreams.
Recently, my friends had invited me to a play. The play had outstanding reviews saying: it is very funny, well put together, actors are amazing, and it is just a wonderful play meant to make you leave for the ladies or men's room
The gown that I had decided to wear to this special occasion had a skirt that had ruffles patterned green satin then white lace. Not to fancy but defiantly not casual. The bodice has beautiful stitched swirls on the top then amazing blue embroidery around the skirt and neckline. My hair I had my mother put into neat braids with blue ribbons on the ends. My family, being rich, was able to afford a little bit of makeup for me to wear to social gatherings.
Knocks and giggles were heard at the front door as I put my finishing touches on my makeup. I hopped over to the door opening it making one of my friends almost punch me.
"Mary! Violet! Jeez Mary you almost punched me but you're here at least!" I exclaimed.
Mary was quite short, but very skinny. Her gown wasn't very fancy because her parents couldn't afford very much. It was a simple gown, with a flower pattern. She was wearing a family artifact on her neck, a locket. Her hair however, was another story. It had a very messy braid but it was at least neater than usual.
Violet however was very well put together with a gown similar to mine. The skirt had purple satin with lace and the bodice was purple with jewels near the neckline. Her hair was beautiful, her blonde hair was done up into an intricate braid wrapping around her head. Her wonderful maids had probably helped her with this design
"Shouldn't we go? I don't want to miss the play! I heard it is really funny and-"
"Your gown is beautiful Victoria." Gushed Violet interrupting Mary's speech.
My cheeks flushed a little bit out of embarrassment. "Th-thank you Violet, and yes we probably should get going."
"Thank you for NOT interrupting me and answering my question." Mary huffed glaring at Violet.
While we were walking to the theatre Mary started having a very animated conversation that left no opening for side remarks.
"- so Virginia kept blabbing about how she was going to get married to Edgar Poe. He isn't even cute I don't know why she would even want to marry him. All he is good at is writing and editing the newspaper." Mary finally finished with a few more flicks of her hands.
"Hey we're here, I'll go buy the tickets." Violet walked off pulling out a few dollars out of her purse.
Mary, for once, was pretty quiet allowing me to enjoy the brisk September night air. Soon though, Violet came back with three tickets in her hand waving them excitedly.
"We got the last tickets! It's going to be a full house!" We all squealed.
Mary decided to jump up tripping on the hem of her gown. Laughter wracked my body as Mary fell flat on her face. Violet had a few soft giggles but that was all you would ever get out of her. Mary sat up a scowl on her face as she rubbed her now red nose.
I remember thinking at that moment that this would be the best night ever, I was wrong. During the play I remember the actor had said that we would go to the moon and be able to have any information we want in seconds. We all laughed pretty hard. I on the other hand and had another one of my attacks.
Violet caught me and Mary asked if I was okay. Violet said that I had fainted again and would probably wake up soon.
After about the time I didn't wake up Violet was starting to get worried as did Mary. Violet put her finger under my nose, I guess she didn't feel my breath because she screamed bloody murder. Everyone stopped what they were doing because it soon became quiet.
"V-Victoria's dead!"
"Let me through let me through I am a doctor!"
"Hmm, it appears she is dead. Odd."
"What? What's odd about my best friend just, just-"the voice that I know so well broke down into tears sobbing. Mary don't cry, I'm not dead I promise! Ill wake up soon!
I tried to wiggle my finger, toes, moaning, groaning, sighing, open my eyes, something! But I couldn't do anything. No matter how hard I struggle, no matter how hard I try, I am a prisoner to my own mind.
What felt like days later, I started to hear voices. Considering that the people think I am dead I am almost positive that I have been placed in a crypt. And, it is very cold.
"We need to prepare her body for the burial."
If I could gasp, I would have. If I could open my eyes, I would have widened them in shock.
No no no no no no! I can't be buried! I'm not dead! If I do get buried I will die!
I tried harder than I ever had before, please let me wake up! Please let me not be a prisoner any longer! I can't be buried!
After some cold bathes, weird spices, and soft clothes I was placed in my coffin. Funny to say that I was alive to be able to actually lie down in my own coffin huh?
People came up to the podium and said the nicest things about me. Some girls said things that were not true that really made me really exasperated. The most touching things said about me were from my mother, father, Violet and Mary; although Mary broke down in the middle of the first sentence.
After this was all over I felt the lid being placed on my coffin. The brisk air soon to be gone to be replaced with stuffy air. This is it, I can feel the dirt pounding on my coffin. A few flakes fell on my cheek as it continued to patter against the lid like rain.
I gasped. Wait, gasped? I can move again? My eyes flew open. I was about to cry for joy when I realized my current situation.
I am probably going to die. Well, at least I can move again right? Man this coffin really truly uncomfortable.
My lungs started to burn, thus I gulped for air. However the air did not satisfy my lungs need. Starting to panic I banged on the lid of the coffin screaming and panting.
Surrendering, I gave the coffin one final push. I lay there gulping for air when I creak a creak, snap, then dirt piled on top of me.
I desperately started to claw at the earth. Already weak I didn't make it very far. I gulped for air, only to find dirt making its way into my lungs. With final breath, full of dirt, I sat still.
No use in struggling. It won't do me any good. I sat, getting ever more lightheaded.
Grunt, platter. Grunt, platter. Grunt, platter. Smack. Beautiful fresh air scraped my fingers. Is it really that close? More grunts, more platters, more cool dusk air.
I wiggled my fingers, hoping to get that persons attention, thankfully it worked. As soon as I was pulled to the surface I gulped for the sweet fresh dusk air
I looked up, into the bright blue eyes of my savior. Familiar eyes.
It was my Nanna, who had died a year ago.
"Nana?"
