Air.
Trapped.
I couldn't move and I was gasping for what wasn't there.
Besides me, someone laid.
Still.
Unmoving.
Cold.
I screamed, but heard nothing but the wind and the trees.
Air.
I was in some type of box. Buried, I was buried had to be.
Cramped.
Enclosed.
I was losing focus. My head felt light.
The smell was unbearable, I began to kick, punching at the box. If only for a second. I had to get out.
Air.
Bleeding, I managed to. Dirt fell between the hole, but for a moment, just one, I could breathe... air.
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Halloween at Midnight | 31 Days of Halloween (2020)
NouvellesI'm creating some stories for everyday of October. Now if I miss a day, bare with me. I'll catch it up. The stories will be SHORT stories. Happy Halloween 🎃❕ |I do not own any images used.|
