All I could see before me was black. Darkness. I tried to get up, but my head hit a surface above. I stretched. Walls on all sides of me. Where was I? How long had I been in here? I put my hand in front of my face. I couldn't see it, even when it was right in front of my eyes. My clothes felt odd. I picked at the dress covering my body. I was wearing a dress! Why would someone go through the trouble of changing me!? I thought back. The last thing I remember is lying in a valley of flowers. I had fainted due to my severe allergies. My breath hitched. No. They wouldn't have. I started banging on the lid of my coffin. The lid of my tomb. The lid of my death. I started having trouble breathing. No! Not already! I started banging on the lid harder. Then, I couldn't breathe. I clawed at the lid as I felt the life leaving me. I stopped. Black spots decorated my vision. My eyes felt heavy. I needed to sleep. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over. The last thing I saw was darkness.
Written on March 3rd, 2017
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200 Word Writes
Short StoryBasically, it's where I choose a word and I have to write about it using only two hundred words, no more, no less. Will be updated when I'm not lazy. For anyone who actually reads this, I do take requests.
