Human

Asha

You're dying.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

I take one last gulp of air before the earth makes her final pull and I go under. The mud enters my mouth and nose and I have to stop myself gagging.

You are going to die horribly. No one will find you.

I can't see nothing and I pity the person who will stumble across me in the future, there is mud and dirt all over me.

I don't think they'll be too bothered about your looks if you're dead.

But I don't want to die! I want to live, I don't care how cruel this world is, I want to stay here! I need to breathe and my lungs start to burn horribly at the lack of oxygen. I can feel pressure at the back of my head willing me to breathe in but I will only drown, and that's the worst way to go.

Breathe Asha, let it all in.

I can't! I move my arms but they're stuck, the mud is to heavy, the bog to thick! It even feels like something is wrapping under my shoulders. The need to breathe is unbearable and I'm going to give up. I'm about to breathe in when I'm yanked by my arms above the mud like a rag doll, the bog puts up a fight but so does whoever is rescuing me. I land against the floor and take big doses of air into my body, I haven't opened my eyes because I'm pretty sure they're stuck to tether with mud, as for the rest of me, I look like a moving pile of dirt. I lie against the ground for a while catching my breath,the muck drying against my skin.

You're alive, but for how long?

Then I snap, who saved me? I scoop the clumps of mud resting over my eyes and open them squinting at how white the sky looks. I sit up and look ahead, there's no one around.

That's odd. You certainly didn't save yourself....did you?

I shake my head at nothing and hear a grunt from behind me, Petal?

Unless she's some super pig, think again.

I turn around and see Petal nudging at another lump of grime and dirt, it looks like they used their last ounce of energy to help me. I am too tired to move, but I pull my self towards them, there's short black hair and under the dirt I can see white. I reach out and wipe my hand across the face. A pair of eyes widen and look at me pleadingly.

I thought he was as dead as you?

My voice catches in my throat and tears cloud my vision.

Ray saved me.

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