Darkness was all I saw at first, it took a few minutes for me to adjust my eyes and when I did the panic set in. My breathing sped up and my heart pounded hard in my chest as my eyes frantically scanned my surroundings. I gasped out desperately for air in the small space I was in and tears streamed down my face. "Help" I screamed over and over again as I pounded my fists hard against the wood. Where was I? How long had I been here? I didn't care that my knuckles were cracked and bleeding, I didn't care that I no longer had a voice from screaming. All I cared about was getting out of this nightmare. My attempts eventually paid off as the wood cracked open, splinters falling down onto my face and then there was the dirt. Quickly, I placed my hands over my face to shield myself before I felt the earth crash down on me. It was heavy, suffocating me, I could no longer breath, and I was drowning in dirt. I tried desperately to claw my way through it to only have more of it crushing me down. I pushed my feet back on the area of wood I had laid in and used all my strength to rise above. I hummed a tune in my head to stop myself from giving up. I will get out of this. When I felt the air from above touch the skin on my face, I had never felt so relieved in my life. I let out a harsh breath, gripping my nails into dirt to pull myself up. I lay for a few moments, my eyes squeezed shut listening to the rapid rhythm of my beating heart. I rubbed my eyes dry of dirt to then take in my surroundings. The smell of moss and decaying leaves crawled up my nostrils and I exhaled sharply. I shot up to my feet as soon as I realised where I was. I looked down at the crumpled piece of paper at my feet, bringing it closer to my face so I could see the writing clearly, it read:
You are invited to the wedding of:
Julia Davis & Dave Stilinski
At Beacon Hills church.
I shook my head rapidly, my mouth opening and closing to form words. How long had I been down there? I rubbed more dirt of my face and in a matter of seconds I bolted for the exit along the damp, dark pathway, cutting through row after row of headstones. Why was I here? I wasn't dead, was I?
The faster I ran, the quicker the tears cascaded down my flushed and dirty cheeks. I had to get home, I had to.
