Survival

Her eyes flutter open, she moves to stretch her arms but finds she can't, still partly asleep she trys rolling over, its just a dream. She can't role over, why can't she role over?, now alarmed, and awake she rapidly feels around her.She seemed to be in a box of some sort covered in cushions of satin and her head was resting gently on a pillow, when she came to the realization is was not a box but a coffin. She began to bang forcefully on the walls of her plush cage she now believed she was six feet under and no amount of struggle would ever save her.

She immediately flashed back to her in her home, popping pills, Avastin, Oxycontin or anything she could get her hands on. Her regard for her whole life was so little and in that day she had never wanted to die more because she thought there was no pain worse than living the life she was. But now she was different, her life meant something, like it hadn't in such a long time, she needed to survive to get through this.