I don't know how I got here. It doesn't make sense. One minute I'm in my bed, then suddenly, a sharp slice of pain, then blackness, and I'm here. Like I said, I don't know how I got here, in this small enclosed tube. This doesn't make sense. Should I yell for help? It's getting hard to breathe, and I want to conserve my breath. Where am I? It smells musty in hear, like an old house. The wood ceiling is wilting inwards, like a dying flower. Pebbles are joining me through the smiling cracks in the wood.
Why am I here?
Did I do something wrong?
Frustration surged through me, like I just injected myself with a powerful drug. Should I be worried?
"Help, anyone, someone?" My voice was throaty, and my throat was thick. What was that taste in my mouth. It was a sharp metallic taste, and it oozed in from an unknown source in my mouth.
My deep slow breaths turned into panicked gasps. My heartbeat slowed down.
This place is odd, where am I-?
Shock
No
This
Can't
Be.
My worst nightmare, something that makes a psychopathic murderer seem sweet, is coming true.
This isn't a tube.
My drooping eyelids started to close. Suddenly, it felt like my heart was slowing dramatically.
It's a coffin.
