I woke up in the dark. My clothes felt odd on my skin. I must have been really tired yesterday, not taking off my clothes. A weird smell was in the air. There was no light coming from my window, so I tried to reach for my phone in my pocket, but it wasn't there. In fact, I didn't have any pockets, because I had my formal clothes on.
Why did I have my formal clothes on? Was I even in my room? Everything feelt different. I am in my bed. Right?"
"No, I'm not. This mattress is softer than my bed."
I started to panic.
I stretched my arms and they hit the roof almost instantly. I tried to feel if there was a wall beside me too and found a wall almost at once. I tried to lift the "roof", now sure I was in some kind of box. It was too heavy. Frantically I tried to move around and instantly felt a sheering pain through my body. I was sure I had several bruises and wounds everywhere, and they felt really serious. Where had I gotten those from?
When I tried to move again, I heard noises. Someone was sobbing loudly and there were voices. "Help!! HELP!!!!"
I rushed upwards, hit my head, and got unconscious.
It had been some time before I woke up again, I could tell. There were no voices anymore.
I started punching and kicking in the center of the "roof", and in the end, I broke through. Earth came in through the hole, and I realized that crazy enough, I was buried underground in some kind of coffin. I held my breath and began trying to get out. It worked.
But I didn't have time to celebrate. I had to continue upwards. Slowly, slowly I was moving through the earth, but at least I was moving." I'm glad I'm good at holding my breath." I thought.
Finally, I reached the surface and took a deep breath. It was great to finally have some fresh air.
It was early in the morning. The sun shone lazily down on the ivy green grass, and I heard cars in the distance.
I managed to stand up (Even though my legs hurt like HELL) and look around. I was in a graveyard.
Wait a minute. I was buried underground in something like a coffin, I heard someone crying earlier and I'm in a FREAKIN' GRAVEYARD.
AM I DEAD?
No. I'm not. I'm not dead. IM NOT DEAD!!!
If I was dead, my legs wouldn't hurt so much (Not that I would know).
If I was dead I would have a grave with my name on it, wouldn't I?
I looked around once more and to my horror discovered that there WAS a tombstone with my name on it. It read:
Rest in Peace
"IT DOESN'T PROVE ANYTHING!" my brain said in a panic. I began running, towards anything, anything at all, not knowing what-
Suddenly I fell to the ground. I had run into somebody.
"Sorry..." He said. He seemed down, like his whole family died in a car accident or something.
He looked up. I recognized him! My cousin, Leo!
"B-b-ut-but you-yo-your'e supp-posed to b-be dead! He managed to stutter, and all I got to say was "What?" before he fainted.
I searched his pockets, found his cell phone and quickly dialed 911. It was one of those old-fashioned phones with keys under the screen. Soon enough I made it through and heard a voice say "Nine one one, what is your emergency?".
"Yes, hi. My name is Robin Claybrook, I am twenty-four years old and I am at the..."
I looked around, hoping to find signs of where I actually was.
Then I saw a sign over the entrance to the church and immediately knew where I was.
"The Sunflower Cemetery. I am at the Sunflower Cemetery, and my emergency is that my cousin has fainted, I think it was because of shock."
"Hold the line. We are on our way."
When we arrived at the hospital, a nurse asked me where I had got my bruises from. She only walked away because I pretended to be deaf. I sat on a plastic chair in the waiting room for about half an hour before a doctor came to me to tell me how Leo was doing.
"As you said when you talked to us on the phone, he fainted of shock. Do you have any idea what might have triggered it?"
"Are you sure? Was he still unconscious when you found him, or did it happen while you were there?"
"He was unconscious when I got there."
"I see." the doctor said, with a look that said quite clearly that he didn't believe me. He showed me to Leo's room, and left us alone. Leo woke up, and started to panic again.
"Bu-bu-bu-bu-but-" Leo started, but I quickly interrupted him.
"Why was I in a coffin, buried in a graveyard at the Sunflower Cemetery, with a tombstone with my name on it?" I asked. I had waited to ask this question since I got out of the grave. Leo opened his mouth and quickly closed it. I saw that he was talking to himself, probably so that he would act a little more calmly. He opened his mouth again, and finally managed to say something.
"How can you be alive? You died in a car crash! How can you have survived? I WAS AT YOUR FUNERAL!!!"
He looked as though he might go mad.
I thought for a long time before I spoke to him again, trying to this time, not make him faint.
"So that's where I've gotten these bruises from," I said simply. He freaked out.
"Are you a GHOST?!? How the HELL are you alive!?! " he shouted. I was so surprised by the sudden outburst that I almost fell over.
I could actually prove very easily that I was not a ghost.
"I'm not a ghost. I can actually prove it." I told Leo. Leo looked very nervous when I said this.
"Well, first of all, my hand did not go through the keys on your phone when I called 911, secondly, I cannot fly, although that would have been very cool, third, My legs hurt a lot, as the car crash explains very well and, fourthly, if you don't believe me, you can touch my hand if you want."
He looked as though he was about to explode.
He must have not believed me, because a second later, he slowly, slowly reached his hand out to mine and tried to touch it. He did.
He jolted back as quick as lightning in his bed, a terrified look on his face.
"Is the rest of the family at home?" I asked. He nodded slowly as to not make me mad or I would unleash my ghostly power, or something.
"Good. I'll come back later." I said, and walked out of the room.
I got out of the hospital and onto the sidewalk. The street was deserted, but there were many cars rushing forward to reach their destination. It must be Sunday, I thought, as I saw some leaves dance on the ground, taken by the wind.
The street was now totally empty, and I walked straight out on the road.
"What was I going to say to my parents?" Was the last thing I thought before a car hit me right in the side, and I was dead.