My body feels like it is being cupped by something cool but heavy with a sour musky scent. Did I fall asleep in the tub again? My head tips to one side but only for mere millimeters before it met resistance.
I can not see anything. Are my eyes still closed?
I order my right hand to rise up to touch my face, but it will not budge. It is stuck under something…it almost feels like either a thick pilty blanket, or dirt.
It is at this moment I realize how difficult it is to breathe. Something is sitting on top of my chest.
“Do not try to move,” the man’s back to my left ear, “it would be useless.”
A grunt emanates from my lips as I try to move my arms anyway. He’s right, it is useless. I try to force the eyelids to open, but it is like they are barred by something strong like steel.
My heart is pounding causing my chest to ache.
What is he doing to me? Why doesn’t he just kill me and get it over with?
Something metallic clunk heavily to the ground quite close to my head as I feel the breeze from it.
“Well, if you really must know,” more clinking and motion of some kind, “I just buried you in oh about three feet of clay, but left your head uncovered so you can still breathe.”
I hear him grunting with more clinking noises.
“I’m going to set up somewhere nearby, bring out some popcorn and watch the fun,” he let out a croaky laugh, “not so much for you I’m afraid.”
The crunching of rubber soles fill my ears as they tread over the ground quickly fading away until the only thing I hear is the sound of my shaky breathing.
I attempt to wiggle my body one more time to see if I could budge the dirt-filled cover on top of me, but a sharp, fiery pain shoots through my bowels causing me to cry out.
Gasping, I can feel the tears trickling down my face.
Damn! Damn! Why is he doing this?
The fire is burning so hot it feels like thousands of pins are ripping through my innards. My lungs are spasming as I try to gulp in air but just can’t get any. My head, spinning…spinning out of control.
Oh god, I’m not ready to die.
It came so faintly, I nearly did not hear my name being whispered.
That voice…why does it seems so familiar?
“I’m right here, Lex.”
For the first time, I finally am able to open my eyes. The scenery around me is different somehow. The tall pine trees now obscured by layers of mist. My eyes glance all around and zeroed in on a human form encased within the fog.
My mouth opens as I attempt to ask for its identity, but nothing would come. Just the shuddering wheezes.
“I am here. You are not alone, sis.”
My brows crinkle together as I ponder on the boy’s words. I’m the only child unless–no, that is not possible. Can’t be.
The name forms a vivid image in my head of a boy with a shaggy blonde mop on his head and a face loaded with brown and red freckles. The green eyes mirrored my own.
You can’t be here. You’re dead.
To be continued…