Always Luna

terror

noun ~ extreme fear

My eyes widened with the realisation that I was being buried alive. My arms heavy under the mud, I fought my hardest to pull them free. They came with extra effort, causing a shooting burning pain to run down my torso. I cried out with alarm, trying my hardest to push the mud from my body to escape. It seemed useless; the mud falling harder and in larger quantities.

Soon, I found it hard to breathe and hold my head up above the level of rising mud. It was as far as it could go, and despite all my effort of straining to get free or move, I was stuck. Tears brimmed in my eyes as the mud coated my ears, landing heavily on my neck and chest.

"Hey... Hey please!... Anyone?" I shouted, panicking as the mud wrapped around my throat.

The pain in my torso became blinding as the weight increased and the surrounding sounds became muffled as dirt filled my ears. My tears only coated more mud down my face, tear tracks of a final moment of emotion before I felt my heart begin to slow and lungs struggle to fill with air. My hands reached up, as though I could grab onto something before I went under.

My fingers dug into the dirt wall, the movement stiff and brief as my muscles spasmed with pain. A choked sob left my lips as the mud dared to try and coat my nose and mouth. I was going to die down here. They were burying me; they were suffocating me.

My eyes rolled back, unforgiving, as I glared up at the heavens above me. Mud burned my eyes as it fell, the panic of death clutching at my throat and mind as I begged myself to give in. I wasn't sure if this was even a vision anymore. The pain, the agony, was too realistic for it to be wrong.

I have never felt so afraid.

"Please..."

Mud filled my mouth as I begged and with a weak attempt of spitting it out, I only succeeded in taking on more when it covered my cheeks.

The mud paused and with teary, bloodshot eyes, I weakly stared up at the opening of my weak escape. A blonde mass of hair spilled into the opening, green eyes peering down at me.

I wanted to call her name, to shout for my mother and ask her what she was doing. Tears were pouring down her face, her body shaking as she stared down at the grave I lay in. I wasn't sure she could even see me, her eyes never making the connection of souls. Her back shook with every breath, hands wiping at the muddy tear tracks.

Everything was muffled, but a thin, worn hand came to rest on her shoulder, rubbing it softly. Mother looked to the owner of the hand, their face just out of sight and took in a deep breath. She nodded wearily before standing. I watched with pain as she took hold of a shovel and filled it with dirt. I panicked, tears pouring relentlessly from my eyes as panic took over my body.

With great effort, mother lifted the shovel and poured the earth over my face. I gasped, panicking as more fell from all around me, my eyes forced to close to prevent injury. A heavy blanket of pain covered me, the mud suffocating and dark as I lay trapped in its embrace.

Fear latched at my heart, my throat and lungs aching for breath that I couldn't give it. I wanted to sob, to cry out and beg to be let free, but it paralysed me. I couldn't feel my lower half, my arms trapped and crooked as I clutched at the walls of the grave.

I felt my heart thump in my ears, a loud reminder of my final breaths. I didn't want to be here. I didn't like this. I wanted out. I want to go home.

My head swam, my mind unable to hold consciousness any longer.

This isn't real.

This isn't real....

With a dying grasp for breath, I felt my world fall apart into pain as I fell backwards, letting mother earth take me.