The air is still cold and constrained.
My throat was sore from all the hollering and my entire body ached.
Yet, I couldn't rest. I couldn't sleep in a coffin. I was too terrified to close my eyes.
I let out a frustrating sigh.
I lied there. Looking at the scratched up board above me. Many thoughts circled my mind, but I couldn't piece them together.
I was still confused.
I had no plan. No clue as to what to do now.
I continued flicking the lighter. Allowing nothing but sparks of fire to invade the darkness.
At each spark, I noticed something.
I continued to roll my thumb against the spark wheel.
I finally held onto the fork of the lighter. Allowing the gas to blaze aflame.
There were carvings on the lighter.
I held my gaze forward and observed it closely.
How did I not see this before?
The writing was in bronze while the lighter was of silver. It was definitely readable.
My loves:
Clara & Laura.
R.I.P
YOU ARE READING
Awake in a Coffin
TerrorWhere am I? How did I get here? Questions that had no answer swirled through her head. She tried to stretch her arms and legs. They could not extend. "I'm in a box" She let out a breathy whisper How did I get in a box? What kind of box? She just c...
