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Waking up

It was dark. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see a single thing. How did I get here?

The last thing I remember........

My eyes start watering, and I clench my jaw. That was not something I wanted to think of.

I felt around with my hands, eventually moving them above me.

I was laying down, as if I was ... in a sarcophagus.

So I was dead. But I wasn't?

I didn't know what was happening, and it was starting to freak me out.

That's when the screaming started. It was so close, as if they were right outside my little cage, but muffled. Was it because of my layers, or because they had a cage of their own?

I reached up again, and pushed against the lid. No movement. I didn't expect there to be any, but it wasn't helping with the situation.

My eyes adjusted to the no light as much as they could, and I realized my hands were covered in bandages. I was mummified.

So how was I here now?

When I hit my lid the first time, it felt hollow, like an accident.

But then my other hand followed.

Then I put effort behind it all. I was banging, and then I was screaming. There was a pause in the sounds outside.

Then the screaming from out there got louder. More frantic, in a way.

I was getting tired. Not because I had been screaming for long, but some other pull was yanking on me. My eyes were closing, and it was getting harder to keep them open.

And right before everything was dark, I realized what it felt like.

It felt like I was being murdered all over again, without the pain of dying. Just the final feeling of it.