Prologue
Shopping; great. My mother's view of shopping today, she rushed around the one huge shop looking for the right thing for my grandmother.
Mother said grandmother's taste in design was much similar to mine, strange and beautiful. So here I was with my mother, shopping the most beautiful...coffin. My grandmother died a few short nights ago, and in the small rush for her funeral, my mother insisted on dragging me out to find the best coffin available.
Mother was on the other side of the store, and I was on the opposite. I had passed very few coffins that weren't plain or original. Most were black, which was ridiculous because as soon as the coffin was placed in the ground, the paint was going to start chipping off. So I had to find a nice wooden coffin with a rune design in the sides. There were few coffins placed in holes on the ground to show off what it would look like placed within the ground. Some were opened but they were very plain.
I spotted on designed coffin and went to peer over it. It was black, simple, but a small encircled graved pattern was placed on the side. I stood over the open gasket and examined the inside. The coffin was so much bigger than my six year old body, but it didn't matter much because it wasn't for me. It was for my grandmother; at least it was supposed to be for her.
In my attempt to peer inside the large thing, I dropped to the floor, and head over shoulders, into the coffin. The wooden coverage bounced back and forth before making one large strike and covering the inside of coffin and locking anything in it, out. I became frantic, because all the coffins in this place were automatic. When the top hit the latch, it locked, only to be opened by the outside.
I started hyperventilating. I smashed my small fists against the wooden planking and yelled for all the good it did me. The coffins were practically sound proof, it did none to smash against the wood and graze my fists then it did to yell at the top of my high-pitched voice. Tears raced down my cheeks, staining my peach skin. I thrashed against the small space; that seemed awfully large to my small body. Moments passed before my pounding eased. I couldn't breathe; there was limited air in the enclosed space. My body slumped, and I fought to breathe, to gain any air I could. My breathing came in gasps, my chest arching and my head throbbing. My eyes closed and I gave up.
Hours had passed, I had put up a good few fights after the first, but nobody had yet to save me, and now it was too late. My breath was gone, and my life was slipping into darkness, never to return. I was dying, perhaps I was already dead. My chest arched one last time before becoming immobile. My throat closed off in one last cough, and my head stopped throbbing. Gravity rested around me, but my body felt like it was floating, never to return to its original position.
The lid came off the coffin, and cold, frosty arms slipped under me easily. The person was young, obviously, and the hard flat chest told me it was a man. It was night, because it was very, very cold. I was cradled against the man; his small attempt to make me warm with the clothing he wore didn't work. I lay limp against his chest. He laid me down on something soft, pumping my chest before I took a sharp intake of breath. My eyes fluttered softly before closing again. I had enough of a view to see that the man was young, no more than seventeen years of age. He had short black hair, dark green eyes, and pale skin. He showed no muscle, but he definitely had them. All in all, he was gorgeous. He wrapped something warm, fluffy and comforting around me before lifting me again, only to put me down on something soft again a few moments later.