Midnight Tales From The Depths of an Odd Mind

Coffin

Where am I?

My eyes fly open as I gasp for air. All that there's around me is darkness. I try to roll on my side, but there's not enough space for me to move. I reach my hand out into the darkness, there's something right on top of me. I let my hands glide on the surface. It's soft, velvet-like. 

Where am I?

There's some sort of scratching sound over me, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. The sound starts to slowly dull out. Each passing second it seems more distant. A short while passes, before the sound is gone. I stay silent, hoping to hear something else. Minutes — if not hours— pass like this: absolute silence and the occasional creaking of shifting wood under my weight. A thud ripples all around me. It is followed by some sort of sobbing sound and a hushed voice.

Where am I?

I run my hands over my immobile body. The silk of my favorite dress clings to me with sweat. I'm wearing all my favorite rings and the heavy pendant of my grandmother's necklace rests right over my collarbone. My long hair is carefully arranged underneath me, making my back burn. The sobbing has not stopped, and the once hushed voice is getting louder with each passing moment.

I know where I am.

My breath catches in my throat at the realization. I pound my fists on the lid of the coffin, begging for someone to hear me. "Mommy!" I cry out "Mommy! Daddy! I'm here! I'm alive!" The voices outside have stopped. "Mommy please save me!" I choke out in between sobs. I try to pound my fists even harder, but it hurts too much. I let my hands slip over the surface, as my sobs die out. They left me. They left me in here.

I close my eyes as rage takes over. They left me here. Alone, to die. I can't believe them. Why? Why! I growl at the coffin's lid, kicking it and punching it repeatedly.  I curse under my breath as I start sobbing again.

"Why?" I whimper. I sound like a small puppy that's just been kicked in the ribs.

Slowly, I start to get dizzy. My head seems to be spinning. I gasp for air, but I can't breath. I reach out, as if I could catch my breath with my hands. My lungs ache as I suffocate in the coffin.

"Please" I whisper one last time. Before I am pulled into the darkness, to never come back again.