Awake in a Coffin

Quatre

I used the flame of the lighter as a lamp. The glow in the dark was adequate to see around in this box.

I looked beneath me and noticed the blood I was lying in.

It formed a trail from in-between my legs to the length of my feet.

I scrunched up my nose in disgusting.

Why was I bleeding?

I needed answers to my complicated questions.

I kept looking around.

For God only knows what.

Suddenly, the exuding flame became too hot to tolerate.

I let out a light gasp from the burning sensation. The tip of my thumb was now shaded in black from the effect.

I had to let go.

Back in darkness again

I wanted my scorched thumb to get a break to cool down.

In the midst of the silence, I heard something again.

I held my breath in order to be extremely quiet so as to conclude the sound.

But then it stopped.

I let out a massive sigh of disappointment.

Then...

I heard it again.

This time even louder than before. As if it came closer.

"Is someone there?" I asked. Hope and fear was evident in my voice.

If someone was there, then maybe they could help me get out.

But then again, maybe that same person was the one who did this to me.

I awaited a response but got none.

The place was quiet.

I then heard the sound again.

It was more audible.

It sounded like digging.

"Help!"

"Help me please!"

I screamed my heart out.

I pounced against the wood repeatedly with hard and heavy bangs. But the stubborn wood was too thick and allowed nothing to pass through. Not even the sound.

The digging continued and I never stopped screaming to get their attention.

The person digged and digged for what seemed like forever, until they finally stopped.

When the bitter silence that I grew so accustomed to became apparent, I knew I lost my chance.

He was gone and so was my only hope of getting out of here.