Fatal Attraction (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 48•

Jack's Hill||Sunday||5:00 P.M

Tanoi Cunningham

The air around me felt tight, it felt as though the air was limited in whatever space I was confined in at this moment.

I lift my hand to wipe the running sweat from the side of my face, opening my eyes, I'm welcomed with nothing but darkness.

Stretching my arm up, my fingers come into contact with a wood like material.

What the fuck?.

I lift my hand, only having it hit whatever was above me. I tried my best to move around, I start to hit the space repeatedly.

I'm stuck.

In what?.

Feels like a box......

My eyes widened upon recognition.

It's a coffin.

A scream escapes my mouth immediately, I tried to kick it open and lift it but it was no use.

"No, no, no", tears start to pool from my eyes as I sobbed inside the box, "this cyaah real".

How mi reach yasso?.

I remember going to bed and nothing else after that, I knew the day was a little too calm for my liking.

As a result of my crying, I start to panic, causing the air around me to become less accessible.

I need to calm down.

Calm down and you stuck in a box?.

I take deep breaths until my breathing slows down and steadies. I wait a little bit, trying my best not to panic again.

I might not have enough time until I suffocate in here, there was no way I could escape this.

The air around me started to feel forced again, I tried my best to control my breathing but my calm breaths only pushed my anxiety, soon I was hyperventilating, my head felt as if it was swelling off my body followed by a headache.

Hot tears started to pool out of my eyes as I clutched my chest, pulling on my shirt over and over again.

Oh God, please, don't let me die like this.

A few seconds went by, fighting to breathe and to stay conscious was becoming a hard task.

I start to slip into unconsciousness, I could still feel the swelling of my head and the headache but I was already unconscious, those were the only two things I could register.

The sound of someone softly knocking woke me up. In no time, it felt as if I was as light as a feather, my eyes open and I'm standing by a door.

I turn slightly to look behind me, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

I was standing in my grandmother's kitchen in Trelawny, someone was knocking on the back-door.

I look around, listening for another sound but the house was completely silent.

Contemplating if I should open the door, I stood there staring at it.

Suddenly, the clock above the door was ticking loudly, as if warning me that I was running out of time.

The numbers were hardly visible, however, the hands were spinning rapidly.

A force nudged me to the door, like something pushed me towards it.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and pulled the door back towards me.

The cool air brushed my face as the door opened some more, the moonlight was the first thing to greet me, then a familiar face smiled down at me.