The smell of dirt clenched to my nose, and burned my heart with a certain agony I never felt before. I once again banged my hand against the wood over my head, but I still received no response. I wanted so hard to scream the silence away. My throat could no longer carry the screams that tore from my body, and I couldn't use my spirit gun within my current condition to burst out. My body was still recuperating from the fight.
The guys really out did themselves this time.
I'm alive, again, and no one was here to know. Once again, some idiot tried to start up some bullshit about taking over the demon plane and human world, and once again Yusuke Urameshi was to the fucking rescue. Not only did I rush in without help, I put my friends in danger again, but this time I made sure to take out the bad guy with me. Now I was in hell on earth.
Genki always told me to always rely on my friend to help me out with the darkest of situations, but I didn't think she meant so literal. Not only did my friends think I was dead when they came upon my body, they had enough nerve to bury me. I only wished I had enough strength to wake up and tell them to put the damn shovels down.
Tears began to gather, as I lay staring up into the coffin ceiling. The satin from the covers began to make my skin crawl. Imaginary ants started to march a death song over my arms and legs. I couldn't stop myself from shaking; my hands trembled too hard to gather the tears from my eyes. Never had I felt as isolated, so cold and dead, as now while I'm still breathing.
Scared
I'm scared, and it's beating my ass worse than any enemy I have faced. I start to lift my hand to the casket top again. My nails begin to scrap against the wood. Wood chips start to embed into my skin as I start scraping faster and faster. I reach up and place my mouth next to my hands, and start biting at the wood.
My breathing slows, and my heart speeds up. I begin to feel snakes slither within my stomach as I gash and slash at the wood. More wood chips drop unto my face. I can no longer see clearly. I can no longer see. I see red.
Wood shaving and tears cover my face like snow, but I don't care. I can't take it. I glance out of the cloud of tears to the left to see the walls shifting, their creeping closer to me.
The walls are coming towards me! They want me! But they can't have me, I'm fucking Yusuke Urameshi.
I have to fight. I have to live. Blood drips onto the satin.
I try and scream again, but only a whisper leaves my throat, only a whisper leaves.
"Help", I croak out.
My voice bounces off the bloody satin back at me. I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my hands back against my side. Darkness overlaps the black that surrounds me, as I lay next to my blood and wood shavings.
A bottomless pit opens up within my soul, until dirt drops unto it.
Air whooshes in around me, and knocks my next breath away. I snatch my eyes open to stare at my hell doors opening up. Three pair of frantic eyes stares down at me, as I stare back at them with slight terror, and then the deadly silence is broken by the shortest one of the group,
"I told them you weren't dead detective, the idiots' never-oomph!" Hiei grunts out as I launch out the casket and slam on top on him.
I bury my face into the side of his neck, as more tears and silent screams rack my body, and feel life gather into me once more.
A/N: This was just a little drabble I did to kick away some of my writers block. It definitely needs work, but this was my first YYH fic and I feel slightly good about it. But please review!