Burried and Still Screaming
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Last published Thu, May 25, 2017
For my Senior year prank some prissy bitches decided to lock me in a coffin and leave me in a grave yard. I was buried alive. I counted the seconds I had left. When I passed out it was 00:00. That's now my birthday.
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*** "Wanna know something funny..." He whispered as he leaned into me, His lips brushing gently against the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver throughout my body. His voice sounded deeper than usual, with a hint of an accent that I hadn't noticed before. And still, each word that passed his lips felt like silk covered barbed wire wrapping around me; trapping me to him. Loosening the tight grip he had on my hair, he gently pulled my head up from the ground and rested my body against his. Grabbing my chin and tilting my head back, he brought his eyes back to mine, controlling my body without saying a single word. I was unaware of what he was doing but before I could even react, he was covering my mouth and nose with a white cloth. I couldn't even think to hold my breath, as it was already too late, the Chloroform was already working its way into my system. My vision began to become fuzzy and I could feel myself slipping into darkness as my head fell back against his chest. I felt him press his lips softly against mine, using his hand to cup my head to hold me steady. Just before I lost consciousness and everything went black, I heard him whisper, his lips just barely brushing against my own, "I'm nothing like him...I'm a monster" ***
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