Six Feet Under

Chapter 4

*Scott's POV*

I've been looking around the cemetery for over an hour now. I just.. need her..

I suddenly slumped onto the brick path. I was tired, I was confused, I was worried, angry and upset. All these emotions.

I have to keep going.

I went to the next section of the cemetery, next to the flower garden.

Then I saw something that really caught my eye.

A shovel.

This leads to a few things:

One, this was what the crazy dude used to.. bury her. Oh gosh that sounds so bad.

Two, it's just the gardener or someone that left that here.

Three... actually there isn't a three.

Either ways, I'm taking the shovel. I picked it up and noticed how.. light it is compared to my gun. But then again, it is a gun.

And then I thought, after looking around the area, I'm so stupid.

Right next to the shovel, was freshly packed down dirt.

*Kirstie's POV*

After looking around the wooden box (struggling), I shone light onto the small box that was beside me. It obviously had the flashlight, a notebook, a pen, a phone, a knife, and a lighter.

What. The. Hell. Why would these things be in here?

First, I checked the notebook. There was messy writing on the second page.

Hello Kirstin.
I know that you're wondering who I am and why you are in this.. space.
Well, I can tell you. You'll be gone in a few hours anyway.

I gasped. Well, as much as these oxygen pipes would let me.

You see, you're in a coffin right now. Under the ground, no matter how much you shout 'help', no one will hear you!
Anyway, I brought this notebook with you, as well as a pen, because when someone digs up your dead body, they're gonna find this note.
But of course, you'll think: the information as to why I do this is here, the police will find it.
Guess what.
I'm gonna make you want to hide it.
Once I discover that the police has found this page, I'll make Scott my next victim.
Oh Scott. Your great love. You don't want this to happen to him, do you?
You don't have a choice.
Burn it. Or else... you know what's going down.

I turned it to the next page. I was in tears, and I had a really hard time breathing.

The reason? Well, I don't want to share my life story. So I'll just make it short.
My family was buried alive by cruel people. And I'm taking revenge.
But eventually, it became a hobby.
It was so much fun. Planning it, executing it, never getting caught.
I love it.

That was it. Holy shit, I just... my mind exploded. This was too much to take in.

I closed the notebook. I have to burn it. But... how? There were too many complications.

The wood was gonna catch on fire, I will definitely burn my hand, my air would be polluted. I would die even before running out of breath.

I tried as much I can to curl up into a ball in such a small space, and I just cried. I almost used up all of my tears.

I had lost hope in everything.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. But I don't want to die.

Somebody help me...