6 Feet Under

Section 3: Fight

I tried my best to kick and bang on the coffin but the amount of dirt on top of me made it impossible. I felt something on my foot so grabbed it with my hand, it was the pasta necklace and the cup my sisters had made me. This made start kicking and kicking in pure anger I had to get out. Eventually I started to create a tiny dent in the lid but It was so small. I was getting so hungry and thirsty. The only food source I had was the pasta necklace so I took off two pieces of the un cooked pasta and started crunching them. It was only about an hour later I thought to check the date and time. The date was Sunday 27th June , the day of the fire was Monday 20th June meaning I at least must have been in there for 5 days. The time was quarter to midnight which means no matter how hard I screamed nobody would hear me because nobody would be there. I thought that I would just have to keep kicking and banging until the morning and then scream for help. I had been continuously kicking for about 2 hours and I was so exhausted, dehydrated and light headed. I was running out of oxygen. It was 2am and I still had at least until 9-10:00. I was so tired , I felt as if I was going to collapse. I didn't know if I could make it.
I was getting weaker and weaker by the hour, I was having so many hallucinations, at one point I thought that I could blow the lid of so I sat there for half an hour blowing the lid. I was struggling to breathe. I just kept on kicking with all my power at this point and to my surprise a little crack appeared and dirt started coming through into the coffin. This was the part I hadn't thought about what if the dirt fills up the coffin and I die anyway? I kicked the crack and it started to get bigger and bigger. The dirt started to seep in to the point where at least three quarters of the coffin was full. I could barely breathe making the whole situation worse. I checked the time 5am. Kicked so hard thinking of all the good times I've had, I Knew that I couldn't die now. I started to get a sharp pain on the right part of my face. It started to hurt so bad that a took a photo of my face on my phone....Monster. That is the only way I could describe the way I looked. I didn't think about burns and stuff like that. I was scary. My entire face looked as if some had melted it and then grated it with a cheese grater. I started sobbing again. In the middle of my deep crying sesh I remembered about the dirt flowing in and I realised it was really coming in now. It was now at my neck. I kept on kicking and one sharp kick made the lid collapse in on itself I had about 20 seconds before the coffin completely filled up with dirt so started to attempt to dig.