Gina P.O.V.
Where am I, where is my family?
Looking around, all I could see was black. No outlines or anything; just darkness. I stretched out my arms in search of a light switch of a sort, but I had no luck. Instead, I felt a cloth-like material, cold to the touch.
My heart stopped as I suddenly heard a sound, kinda like a scratching noise. I shut my eyes trying not to think about all that could be out there at this current moment. Maybe, what felt like ten minutes later I tried to reach out again hoping to find something, but this time I did feel something. It was wood, Red-Oak, freshly cut and sanded you see I used to be in Woods class at school so that's how I could tell it was wood. I had this class with Mr. Mackler in tenth grade but the best part was I was the only girl. He wasn't the nicest guy you could meet but, he did help you out when you needed it. My favorite class was Art, because he was there; tall dark and mysterious. But, that part of the story comes a little later, well even if their is a later.
This is it, it all makes sense. I am inside of coffin that was hand-made just for me. Only one person knows my height and measurements but he wouldn't do that to me. Memories started to pour into my head as i remembered all that happened to me:
FLASHBACK TO EARLIER THAT DAY:
Ouch my head, why does this always happen to me? Huh, where am I and why do I feel so strange?
I opened my eyes to see a bright light not like that you dead light but like a hospital light.
“Oh good you’re awake. I thought the knock out gas we used was too strong for you. Guess we were wrong huh, next time we will use a stronger dose on you.” I heard a voice say coming from what seemed like the left side.
'There was a mask; kinda like a breathing mask, but it was not pumping out oxygen but an unknown gas. My mind went black as my vision blurred out as I breathed the gas in, I did not want to but it was either that or death.
“It has nothing to do what you have done, but what your parents have done. Don’t even try to cover for them either or act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
"'Hello? Can anyone hear me? Helloo? I am not dead yet! HELP ME PLEASE!' I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear me.
I lost all hope as reality hit me: No one is going to save me and even if they did how would they even find me? I'm in a damn coffin for goodness sake!
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