Waking Up Dead

Chapter 1: Crawling to Life

Have you ever gotten so drunk the night before that you can't remember a single thing? and to make it even more frustrating than it already is you wake up in a strange unknown place with vomit all over you?

Let's say in my case two of those things are correct, the first being I can't remember anything from the night before and the second thing is I wake up in an unknown place, minus the vomit. To make matters worse I am not able to move any part of my body and every time I open my eyes the only thing I can see is black and I'm pretty sure I haven't gone blind. It's either I am badly drunk and this is some weird side effect that would go away in let's say five minutes or I'm in a coma. . . I'm praying for the first one.

Hold that thought I think I can wiggle something I haven't been so excited to move my fingers before even if it were only slightly, I must have passed out for a long time as everything felt heavy and slow. I managed to rock my head from side to side and I tried to lift my body up but - what the hell?!. . . aww! I whacked my head on something hard. I couldn't pull my knees up or outstretch my arms upwards and why the hell can I only move my hands an inch past my body? What is going on? Why is it so dark in here? I try to stand and only fail by hitting my head again. 

Stay. Calm.

Just let it pass. I feel around as best as I could.

From what you can gather you are just inside something very tight and dark and you're not claustrophobic at all.

You're not claustrophobic.

You're not claustrophobic.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"  I scream hoarsely and uselessly bang on the sides of the cold surface, "LET ME OUT!" I choke on the last word as my throat is completely dry. Okay breathe, everything is going to be alright you are just confused and dazed, this is probably a sick joke you'll be able to kill whoever did this later on.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

"Help! Please help!" I cry out after trying to form a single drop of saliva to swallow. 

"This isn't funny anymore you can let me out now" I laughed nervously and waited a few seconds for a reply. "For crying out loud this isn't funny! If I find out who ever did this then you are DEAD you hear me, DEAD!"  I thrashed around a couple more times and then came to a conclusion that I was trapped inside of something lying flat on my back with no restraints only the box shaped thing I was in. There was also no hollow sound coming from side, the top or the bottom of the box. Every time I tried to remember how I got here I came up blank and with a welcoming headache from the side and the more I thought about it the worse it got, all I wanted right now was to leave this box. I kept struggling then pausing and then struggling again and then pausing, I repeated the cycle for what felt like hours but it might only have been a few minutes. I am now scared, frustrated, tired, starving and in pain from the inside out. 

I must have fallen asleep and forgetting where I was as once again I bashed my forehead then stupidly I let my head fall hard backwards. Once wide awake and after absorbing nothing but darkness I decided to scream but it then quickly became shouts which eventually turned into a barely audible cry for help. I don't know how long I had been caged but as each minute passed I grew tired and weak and started to close my eyes but every time that happened I willed a burst of adrenaline to pump through my veins and I'd scream like my life dependent upon it, which in this case it literally does.

There is no use in shouting no one is coming, I think I have officially given up there is no point in calling out anymore I might as well just sleep and bury away the itching feeling I have that no one can hear me and that nobody knows where I am and that I am alone. As a last feeble hoorah at a chance of escaping I started to kick what was above me with my right leg building up a rhythm, but as my anger grew the hardness of my kick doubled. After a few more kicks I resulted in using both feet and one after the other I'd strike the box with everything I had but once again I sensed the feeling of depression slowly forming and before giving up I kicked one last time and automatically my head tilted to the side and my ears pricked up as I heard a crack. This has given me all the hope in the world and excitedly I carried on trying to break free I ended up damaging the surface around my feet and in doing so something started to fall down. During that time I paused and laid their confused, one problem at a time I thought as I continued to break free but as the box started to break and I was able to get my hands on a few pieces and snapped them apart with my fingers I gathered that it was made out of wood. However, by that time my body was weighed down by something heavy and as my face was now not covered by the top part of the box the 'stuff' fell onto my face and into my mouth which now tasted of soil.