Love letter to you

Cure

I woke up in a box, and it was tight as fuck. I don't know what happened and I can't see at all. "HELP!" I screamed. "HELP MEEEEE!!" I screamed louder, but it seemed like no one could hear me. The more I beat, the more dirt fell on me.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing began to quaking. I inhaled and looked for a cracK in the box. I started feeling for a soft spot, a part that would break easily. Once I found it, I used all my strength to break it. The more I tried to break it, the more energy it took away.

After I finally broke through, I realized I we too deep under the dirt to get out the box. So I laid there waiting for something anything. I needed either a sign to keep going or someone to help me.

Hour later

I don't know how much oxygen or energy I have left, but it's little to none. I'm ready to give up and just let this be a slow death. Wait, I think I hear something, yea, I do hear something. I hear a man saying my name. "Princess? PRINCESS ITS MEEEE!!" I began to yell, hoping he would hear me. "PRINCESSSSSSSS!!" I screamed, and it went silent. Then I heard movement, so I started breaking the box. But I began getting really tired. I feel too weak to continue, but I have to get out of the box and dirt.

After a minute, Augustus pulled me from under all the dirt and box fragments. Once I reached the top, I exhaled like I never have before. He picked me up and carried me in his arms to the house. "Thank god you're alive." Is the last thing I remember him saying. Before I fainted from exhaustion.

Eight hours later

I woke up to Juycę cuddling up to my muddy, dirty body. I looked at her, and for a moment, I thought she was sleep till she rubbed my belly. "You know I'm not pregnant, right?" I asked jokingly, and she gasped. Then Juycę sat up and looked at me like she was just now looking at me for the first time.

"I'm mad at you." She said sadly, and I glared at her. "Me too," I said, and she smiled. "You left me," Juycę said in a baby voice, and I chuckled. " You buried a comatose woman that had a faint heartbeat. When I said kill me, I meant to make sure I'm conscious to know what you're about to put me through. Wow, Juycę I didn't think you were that deranged." I said as I began laughing.

"Shut upppp!" Juycę said, getting out of the bed, and I looked at her. "How come I can barely move my body? I can feel everything, but I can't move what's wrong with me?" I asked, only being able to move my head, and she smiled faintly. "Your body had an allergic reaction to the antibiotics we gave you. So take it slow we're trying to figure it out." Juycę said, and I looked at her a little scared. "Did you all give me a high dosage of the ceftriaxone?" I asked, and she looked down sadly like I knew them like the back of my hand.

"FUCK!! Yall gotta flush it out go get any kinda antibiotic we have and fast." I said, and Juycę looked at me shocked but went and did as told. I slowly began to feel my body over heat, then I looked down, and I was breaking out in rashes and hives. "FUCKKKK," I screamed as I began to itch like crazy, but I couldn't scratch. A few minutes later, Juycę, my mom, and Desi came into the room with a suitcase of things. "We grabbed everything we had, and the drug store had left." Desi said and I nodded.

"Does Caldolor sound familiar?" They asked, and I shook my head no as they began naming different ibuprofens. "Just give me the second one and let's hope for the best," I said, looking at their homemade Iv, trying not to laugh. Everyone left except Juycę as I laid there a little sad and upset.

"How am I going to shower now?" I mumbled like I was a little baby, and Juycę looked back at me smirking. "I'm dirtyyyyy and thirstyyy," I said, pouting, and Juycę face lit up with a massive smile as she was about to walk out the room. "Yea, you are," she said in a seductive voice and left me in the room alone. "I'll be back to clean you in a few baby," she said, sticking her head back into the room, then she left for good. I guess I should be happy I'm alive and stop complaining.

(Pg,23)