Pressure, I felt pressure. It was like the feeling of trying to pop something and it wouldn't do so. The air I was breathing suffocated me and I couldn't see. I blinked my eyes but all I saw was darkness.
I surmised that I was blind.
I could not move my limbs, and I was feeling an ache in my chest, as if the panic would overflow and escape from my pores and into the air. Acid from my stomach tickled at the back of my throat and I felt sick. From my quick gasping breaths I could feel my ribs harshly sticking out from my body. I stayed for what seemed many hours, scratching through my brain. What was I doing? I couldn't remember anything from past eating a burger in a diner while sipping on a strawberry milkshake. It was just blissful darkness from then on. But for some reason, I felt older than that. Wiser even. Like Rich.
I settled on thinking about him as I breathed panic filled breaths.
THUMP. I paused and strained my hearing, there was something moving above me, something muttering.
I began to panic. When I tried really hard, I could wiggle my toes, the feel of silk met the calloused pads of my feet, and with a small twitch of my fingers five minutes later I felt velvet underneath my fingertips. Velvet? The only time I had felt velvet was when I was a young girl, praying upon my mom and dad's caskets. The memory was old and not at all uncomfortable, but the thought and this situation I was made the memory a dark thought. Was I in a casket?
THUMP
I was growing even more scared, the sounds were getting closer and I could feel my muscles slowly warming up, like a car engine. The panic seemed to be the fuel to my body, allowing for my eyes to roll around my skull in great horror as the sounds became closer.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP
Something was jostling the dirt from above me, I could tell because dirt was falling onto me, and when I looked up from the heat filling my muscles I could see light. I could finally move, and it was glorious, when I moved my hands down to feel my pockets for my wallet I could find nothing. Then the casket opened and I gasped fresh air. I got a shock of my life though when I got poured with cold water in the middle of the night though.
Was that rain? It felt like years since I'd felt that cold refreshing feeling upon my skin.
"What in…. the hell!?"
She was an angel.
Fuck me and starting too many fanfics at one time. This is just an idea and was wondering if it should be continued or not. So yeah, here's my four hundred something beauty.
Fun Fact, I hate the movie this is titled after, but hey, it sticks a little with the ideas I have with it.
