Six Feet Under

Chapter 5

*Kirstie's POV*

I don't know how much time has passed. I feel like it's been years... but I think I would've been dead. I don't even know why I'm still trying to hang on for help. No one would even think about "rescuing" me from this thing! Oh right I have a word for it now, a fucking coffin. Great. Well, I've lived a good life. Sort of.

"Agh!!!" I shouted angrily, kicking the end of the coffin, "Ow!" and hurting my foot in the process. I should have reminded myself that I was wearing almost paper-thin doll shoes.

"Damn it. Damn this. Damn life!" At this point I was getting more frustrated than scared, spitting out every possible swear word I knew onto the "ceiling".

"Why.... why me? Out of all people..," I sighed, giving up. Tears fell down the side of my face once again, and I realized that I was using up a lot of the oxygen tank that was beside me.

I was starting to lose all hope, finally.

Now to wait for a miracle.

And a few minutes (or sometime), I found it. Or, it found me.

*Scott's POV*

Me being way too excited for finally having found the dirt plot, I shoved the shovel into the dirt, digging it out as fast as I can. I mean, I only had almost 6 hours left, so why waste time?

About 2 feet in, I was getting tired. The shovel was getting a bit bent because I don't know how to use one and it's probably my fault, and it's been a while since a trip to the gym.

I am not that fit anymore, I thought. How sad...

I kept going, until the shovel hit something. And it was not solid ground.

I quickly dug out around that part and I almost saw the light of hope.... No? Never heard of that? Okay, whatever I'm probably just being a huge nerd.

I saw the wooden box that I have been waiting to see... well not really since I've never seen the coffin of someone buried alive before.

I should really stop thinking like that...

My free hand had its fingers crossed, and I reached out the other to open the box.

Let's just say I nearly flew out of the six feet hole out of excitement.

"K-kirst...." I whispered, tears finally flowing out. I scooped her up from the box, taking out the oxgyen tubes. She took a deep breath. Like, a really deep breath, then she nearly choked on air.

"Sc-scotty..." she softly said, wrapping her arms weakly around me. "I l-love you.. s-so much.."

I chuckled just as softly as she said those words. "You say that as if you're gonna die right now... you almost did... and I'm sorry for not being fast enough... if I knew this would happen I woulda--"

"Shhh..." she breathed, making me slowly, but surely, shut my mouth. She sighed again, smiling warmly at me with closed eyes. "Let's go home..."

"Oh, no babe, we can't go home yet," I replied, "we have to find out who did this.. call the police, get your lungs checked out--"

"NO! I mean... no.. you can't.." Now that made me confused as hell. "The note.. book.. get the notebook.."

I looked around the box that she was confined in just a few minutes ago, seeing a small box filled with things and the oxygen tank with tubes. With one arm I held her up, and with the other I opened the small box. After a bit of fiddling around the box, I picked up the notebook.

"You coulda just picked it up y-you know," she said, giggling a bit, which made me smile smugly.

The smile slowly faded out of my face once I read everything on the paper.

"So.. we can't tell anyone," I finally said.

"Nope," she replied.

"We just go home and pretend this never happened."

"Yup."

"Ooookay... let's just, um, find a way outta here. Can you stand or do you mind laying in that again?" I suggested.

"Uh.. I can stand.."

I slid my hands down to hers, then carefully helping her up. We waited a few seconds before deciding that she was fine.

I picked up the shovel and made a dirt ramp out of the hole. I was suddenly and strangely thankful that the dirt plot was far away from the actual graves. That would have been terrifying.

***

As soon as we got home, we locked everything up and slumped down on the bed.

I sighed. "Will we ever forget this without telling anyone?"

"I don't--" she was cut-off by a cry.... a baby's cry.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, sitting up and looking around.

"--get 'er up," I heard Kirstie's voice, not beside me, no, but... above me? "Scotty? Sco..."

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Yep. 'nother cliffhanger. DO NOT FREAK OUT, AIGHT? Next chappie will be up very soon, it depends on you. Do you want it later today? Or tomorrow to get you excited? Comments. Werk it.

I also have to tell you that this is not, I repeat NOT, a full story. This is just a short story, I never meant it to be a freakin' novel or something, just a little short something to satisfy your Scirstie needs, haha. Maybe the others will be a full story, I dunno, I would tell you if I did.

Anyways, thank you so much for reading, hope you are enjoying it, because it is *cries subtly* coming to an end.

I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT OKAY OMG I FEEL BAD LIKE SUPER BAD :(((

I hope you guys don't hate me. Just love my stories pls. Just kidding, lel. But srs.