Pre-Face
[ M.A.C Point of view]
I gasped as I looked around. My throat was sandpaper dry, my lungs ached for air, my stomach growled for food. The air was thick around me and it was dark. Pitch black. I Went to sit and realized, I could not once my head hit the satin liner. "What the hell?" My voice was cracked and came out croaked. Then I realized what I was wearing. It was a suit, black pants, white shirt, black tie, and dress shoes. Sighing in complete confusion, I felt what I was laying it.
It was soft and smooth as silk with cousins all around it, and it was hard. Wooden. Suddenly my heart sunk to my feet and I gasped. My breathing hitched and I began banging on the wood. I was in a coffin. "HELP!" I cried as fear burned inside me. "HELP!" I croaked and realized it was useless.
Quickly I choked back a sob and rubbed my aching neck. That's when I felt it, the jagged edges of a wound-sowed shut. My hands shook as they came down from my neck. Suddenly memories of my so-called death flashed.
I remember flashes of fighting with something, protecting people, then protecting my girl. I remembered her being hurt me attacking the person who did it, and then blood. Lots of it, gallons while my parents screamed. I remember their tears as they did their best to stop the bleeding before help came. I remembered the room had spun and how I felt cold. Then how my sister's warm, fresh tears soaked my shirt as she sobbed into my stomach as she held my hand.
Tears suddenly collected in my eyes and quickly I took in deeper breathes before striking the wood. After what felt like hours and hours of beating, I broke free and dirt collapsed around me. I dug my way through and when I felt the freezing wind whip my finger I easily dug my way through the freshly dug grave.
When my head hit the surface, I smiled. Enjoying the cool air on my face. I climbed from the dirt and glanced at my gravestone. Chills swept over me and I shook my head looking away before smoothing the dirt down. No need to draw attention, since I didn't understand this myself.
I then looked around before jogging to the road. It was nighttime and not many places were open so choose a closed store I busted through the back by picking the locks before slipping inside. After raiding the drinks and chugging about five waters and two cokes and then scaring down candy bars, I went to the back and grabbed a pair of jeans, shirt, and leather jacket. Changing out of the uncomfortable clothes and shoes, I was then out and off to my house.
Then when I got their all my hopes vanished. The house, was deserted. Sighing I then sat on the porch steps. I had to find them. To let them know I was ok and I was alive. If only I knew where to start. I knew one thing though. I was going to find them.