This story is based on the song Taxi Cab by TØP as you can tell from the title.
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My eyes snap open, I gasp for air that I didn't know I needed. I take in my surroundings. Black. I can't see anything.
What the hell?
I try to sit but my head hits wood. That's when I realize I'm lying down. Lying down in a coffin. My breathing rapidly increases. I scream for help and claw at the top of my prison. Black dots start to crowd my vision. I take a deep breath. When will I run out of air?
"Don't be afraid." I whisper to my self. "Don't be afraid. We're going home."
I realize there's no escaping. I want to strip myself of breath. Become the breathless piece of death I'm supposed to be.
The coffin jerks and my head hits the roof. I realize I'm still in the hearse.
"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. We're going home." The hearse growls to a slow stop. They ran out gas. I laugh to myself.
That's just crazy.
Somehow, I'm able to hear the rustle of paper as the passenger grabs a map, and the driver inside it contrived a new route. I hear a shout and another car comes to a stop. A taxi cab. I feel them lift me from the hearse and into the cab. I didn't fight when they lifted me. Why? I have no idea. We start to drive and now there are three men.
I hear one start to speak, "I know the night will turn to gray. I know the stars will start to fade. When all the darkness fades away. We had to steal her from her fate so she could see another day."
I think, What the fuck? What does that mean?
I tried the lid again, this time it opened. Someone must have picked the lock. The light that filtered in reaveled the spot were my fingernails had fought. I pushed open some more, pushing against the weight of the coffin. I sat up, and regained the breath I didnt realize I had lost. I looked around and saw three men sitting upfront, but I only saw the backs of their heads.
"Well am I alive or am I dreaming dead?" I finally managed to choke out.
One turned around, I recognized his voice. He was the one who blubbered that non-sense from before, "We're driving toward the morning. Where all your blood is washed away and all you did will be undone."
The only words that came out of my mouth were a whisper, "Don't be afraid. Don't be Afriad."
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!DISCLAIMER!
This is not my original work. Well, the story is but the plot and some of the lines are from the Twenty One Pilots song, Taxi Cab. It's actually a pretty great song, you should go listen to it. Anyway, remember to comment, vote, and share!
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