............ No I wasn't
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His eyes opened suddenly and he tried to let in as much air as possible. He couldn't move much because he was confined in a small space. He was in a box. No, a coffin. Which meant he had been buried. Who hated him enough to bury him alive?
He tried to remember something. Anything but he couldn't. Not his name. Who he was. How he had gotten here. He doubted someone had buried him alive, He was supposed to be dead. Maybe he had died. But now he was alive. Six feet underground in a coffin.
He began banging on the box yelling for help. But he knew no one would be able to hear him. No one would find him. He was trapped. Soon he would run out of oxygen and die all over again. Maybe it would be better if he just let himself die this time.
"No" A voice he knew wasn't his own spoke in his mind. "Dig."
"But he didn't have the energy to. He wanted to die. He was supposed to be dead. He wouldn't be able to dig himself out of a six foot hole. And even if by some miracle he managed it. He would have no life once he got out.
He didn't know who he was, if he had a family.
"Dig." The voice said again angrier.
A sudden burst of energy had him punching the wood cracking it. Sand began to spill into the coffin and he pushed it to his feet. He punched again until it collapsed on top of him the weight of the sand momentarily shocking him. He held his breathe and with everything in him. He dug.
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Now it's the end.
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Hunted
WerewolfMel Wilson was living a fairly normal life. With only one year left before she graduates college she didn't expect everything to go wrong just three days before she turned 21. Shoved into the supernatural world and being the key to either stopping o...
