6 Feet Under

Section 2: Panic

Suddenly my eyes opened, I felt like I'd had a massive sleep. Everything was pitch black.I tried to sit up but I hit my head on something above me. I thought I was in a box but the I realised that this was no box, this was a coffin,not just A coffin MY coffin. That's when the panic really started sink in. I felt as if my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I couldn't see a thing, I started to feel around. My hand came across something I recognised my phone! And that was when I remembered what I'd told my mum about a year ago, I said 'I just couldn't live without my phone,let alone be dead without it!' You don't understand how happy I was. I grabbed it and started to call my mum. My calls weren't going through and then I realised that I was six feet underground, I have no service, no communication to anybody. I started screaming for help. As loud as I could kicking and banging about. After about 15 minutes I realised it was no use. I went back on my phone and saw the Facebook app. I clicked on it so fast, scrolling down what felt like hundreds of 'rest in peace' and 'so young...' posts about me. When I saw it , a photo from my funeral immediately tears were rolling down my cheeks. On the left of the photo I could see my mum and my two sister holding onto each over crying, On the right were other family members and friends, And in the middle was Lily my ex best friend she was crying the most wearing the shirt I swore she threw away,the shirt that ruined our 13 year friendship. She wasn't lying I was wrong. I had to put my phone down I couldn't look for any longer. I couldn't help myself from hysterically crying. I needed to get out.