Awake in a Coffin

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The air is suffocating. Breathing was like choking. The air is stiff, moist and way too cold.

I had no idea where I was, how did I get here, no idea.
The darkness is blinding. My pupils are expanding far too wide.

The silence is deafening. My rapid breathing was the only sound enveloped in my ears.

Looking around was no use. I couldn't see a thing. I was in immense darkness.

"Help! Can anyone hear me!" I yelped my heart out. The tears streaming my face.

I screamed repeatedly but to no avail. My voice kept echoing in this place that I had to cover my buzzing ears.

I had to feel my way out. My hands' distance were limited by the wooden barricades. The walls, base and ceiling felt like wood and they blocked my exit. 

There was no escape.

"Help! Help! Help!" I screamed out once more until my throat was hoarse. 

The temperature seemed to have dropped by the seconds. It was more frigid from before if that was even possible. 

I struggled to wrap my arms around my trembling body in an attempt to warm me down. The space was too small for me to turn or stretch. The attempt was indeed futile.

I constantly searched the area for a clue as to where I was. I slid my hands onto the wooden surface beneath me. I winced as a few splinters trap themselves in my skin. 

I had to keep searching. 

I continued to run my fingers along the rough creases of the wood. I suddenly felt something. Something moist. I heard faint drips as I raised my hand from that area. 

I brought it to my nose. The smell was inconclusive. I tried the best alternative to conclude what that substance was. 

I brought my finger to my lips. At a gentle open, I reached my tongue to the tip. It tasted cold and insipid. It also had a revolting metallic after-taste in my mouth. 

I immediately spat out the blood. The excess spitting would not rid my mouth of its nauseating taste. I gawked in disgust.

Where the hell am I?