Usually she didn't mind darkness or silence. She lived and moved and breathed in these elements. Breathe, that was the word. She could not breathe. The silence and darkness clung to her body like a painfully tight metal corset.
Je ne peux pas respirer. The thought rang in her ears like a scream without the smallest whisper escaping her lips. The smell of raw earth blended with the moldy smell from the old coffin she was trapped in almost drove her insane. Buried alive. Morticia closed her eyes. Red and yellow dots danced before her vision. If she screamed, would he hear her? Probably not. She was six foot under now, doomed to fight the panic alone. She breathed in slowly through her nose, her rib cage pushing against the invisible corset surrounding her body, woven out of the terror of abandonment.
- Mon Cher- she exhaled with a desperate, little whisper- Mon Cher, s'il vous plaît!
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Buried alive
FanfictionANGST!!! Morticia finds herself buried alive and fighting the panic...Who dared to do that to her? Read and find out ;)
