Ce n'est pas une pipe: A TFIOS fan fiction

Chapter 5: Buried Alive

I could still feel my limp body being carried, but I did not know who was carrying me. I felt like my eyelids were glued shut. I think that I still had my conciseness, but I just couldn't open my eyes. It was like blackness had engulfed me completely, taking away my ability to see.

I kept trying to open my eyes, but it was worthless. I do not think that I was going to be seeing the light any time soon.

I finally decided to just relax. I guess that I would be staring at the inside of my eyelids for a while.

Oh well.

I felt my body being put down. I was dropped onto a soft material. Unfortunately, I was placed directly on my ribs. After falling earlier, they hurt badly. I felt like my whole torso was bursting up in flames. It hurt.

I let out a yelp, and my eyes flew open. I looked up to my angry looking grandma.

Oh no.

"Aurora!" she screamed.

I looked at her, shocked that she was the one who had found me.

"Oh my god! You scared me! Are you OK?"

I sat, silence. It was all I could do not to scream from the pain in my lower body.
In a way, I wanted her to suffer. For not letting me leave the house. I was thirteen for crying out loud!

"Aurora. Answer me." she said. Her voice was drowning in worry.

I sat, silent. If I did not talk, it would break her. She has been a whole human for far too long. She was bound to crack soon. I didn't want to be the one to do that to her.

"Aurora!!!!!!!!" She screamed.

I stayed firm, not talking. This time, it was because I couldn't. My lips wouldn't part.

What is with me?

Suddenly, my body was thrown to the side. Grandma came flying after me, and she slammed against a wall.

Earthquake.

I screamed. A book flew at me from the basement. It was followed by what seemed to be thirty times as many books as would be in a library. It was if it were raining books.

I got hit in the forehead with a large paperback book with a faded green cover. That was followed by several thin hard covered books, all hitting various parts of my body. I could not move. I was slowly being buried alive by books.

Another hard cover book hit my face, causing sticky red blood to gush from my nose. My hand flew to the injured feature, instinctively. As I did so, books flew everywhere. It took all of my energy to even lift my arm out from the mountain of books.

I pulled my hand away from my face. It came away red. I inhaled, which was quite difficult with all of the sharp corners of the pages digging into my body.

I could not stay like this. I would suffocate. Grandma was probably in worse shape than me. I couldn't count her age. She was so ancient that she probably hurt her back from sitting. If she was in the same conditions that I was, she was dead.

I realized this, and a huge wave of adrenaline washed over me. Grandma needed help. Even though I was not happy with her at the moment, I couldn't let her die.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins gave me a sort of super human strength. I lifted myself from the pile of books, causing them to slide in all directions away from my body. The earthquake has stopped, so I didn't have to worry about being thrown into the wall.

I stood up, shocked. All around me was the contents from the basement. It was like a giant grabbed the house and shook it so all of the basement's junk came up here.

Our basement had a lot of junk.

I lifted my left foot high over a chair that had three legs. The other was lodged into a trunk. Littered around the trunk was trophy fragments. I scowled, but remembering my mission, fought through the debris. I heard a moaning coming from a large pile of junk. There was everything from books to broken chairs to old clothes. I even saw the Ce n'est pas une pipe shirt that I had abandoned in the basement earlier.

I picked up the shirt and put it on quickly. This shirt may have belonged to my mother, and I would need all of her strength to help Grandma.

My grandma was somewhere under there. I needed to help her.

I cautiously stepped over the broken objects around me, making my way to the pile. The moaning had stopped, which could be good, or more likely, bad.

After what seemed like an eternity, I reached grandma. I threw the objects off of her, and found a balled up heap underneath.

Oh no.

"Grandma?" I cried.

I got no reply.

"GRANDMA!!!!!!!!!!!! " I screamed. Why wasn't she answering?

I reached down and rolled her limp body so her face was up. She was breathing, or so it looked like. I picked her up, using the adrenaline as strength. She still hadn't moved, but I wouldn't give up on her. I stepped around the debris as best as I could and reached the area that was once a door. Now, a pile of stuff was blocking my only exit. I started sifting through the pile, trying to move it. I grabbed a large painting, then flew back. My release on grandma had loosened and she hit the ground with a thud.

Aftershock.

I hit the ground, and could do nothing but lay there. My body hurt. Everywhere. My vision became black around the dges, but I couldn't give up. Grandma needed me. She needs me.

Everything started to blur and spin. Without warning, a lamp flew into my face, the glas breaking. The shards found places in every part of my body, and I blacked out.