The Vanishing - Alternate Ending
Chapter 1: Trapped
Jeff awoke from his drug-induced sleep to be greeted by darkness. He heard shuffling above him with several thuds that repeatively hit whatever he was in. He felt slightly cramped as he felt wood on each side of his body, he blinked and lifted his head, only to get it banged on the top of this wood thing that he didnt know what it was, but he had a bad feeling of what he thought it was. He wiggled his way around and pulled out the lighter that he kept on him since Diane vanished. He light it to see the small light revealed the wooden box he was in, a coffin.
"Noo!" He yelled as he tried to push on the inside to get out but was having no luck.
"HELP!" He screamed now getting shaky and clastrophobic(sp?). No Answer. He kept the lighter on with one hand as the other tried to push his way out. He yelled again for help but no one was answering, all he could here now was his own shaky breathing. He didnt want to die, he just wanted to know. The not knowing was killing him, but going through it was as well.
He strained for air as his movements became slow and clumsy due to the lack of oxygen. He dropped his lighter on the right portion of his chest near his shoulder. His shirt then caught fire. He whimpered loudly in pain as the fire caught his shirt on fire and it spread to the right fourth portion of his chest, and his shoulder as well. He patted his right hand slowly trying to put the fire on his chest out, but was only succeeding in burning the flesh on the palm of his hand. He cried in pain as the clothing melted away with his skin. Smoke rising from the small fire on his chest filled the area with CO2, as he coughed more. The last thing he remembered before the darkness hit him was the smell and the pain of his chest being on fire.