Waking up in to an unfamiliar world, shadows rushing past and the smell of coldness in the air.

A small vibration pulsed throughout my body, travelling from the very tips of my toes painfully slowly up my body and through my mind. This mind pulsed like there was something inside.

I looked ahead of me:

"Have you ever seen one of those time lapse things on discovery channel?"

I can't explain it any better.

Stepping forward I realised I was actually stepping down a long staircase in to a light room, I kept on walking wondering where this was leading to and it never seemed to lead anywhere, panicking I looked for a way out. I couldn't stop moving downwards, I realised my feet weren't carrying me downwards any more but I let myself be taken down; I let myself be dragged down the stairs. Numbness then fell over my body. I slowly leaned up only to find I couldn't, I couldn't even move. I was completely paralysed and my world had stopped spinning, the clouds had stopped rushing by and I was completely alone.

Opening and closing my eyes is all I could do, my body ached but I couldn't feel anything else. "What kind of state is this?"

"What's happening to me?"

I don't know any of the answers but all I could do was think this all over and over in my head, I darted my eyes around the room: nothing really here except me and the dirt. Maybe the dirt wants to be friends, maybe I should start talking to it if it's going to be my only companion here.

After the hours passed I tried to move again, still nothing. It must have been a hard nights drinking; I barely remember anything and this hangover is something totally different. I laughed almost in my head, I had nothing better to do. When all one can do is think you realise a lot of things, mostly how much sitting here and not being able to move fucking sucks. Moving on I seem to start pondering everything.

"Why have I been so stuck in my life?"

"Why couldn't I just do something different for once?"

"Why did I stick with the same old crap with that bitch and never think about up and leaving."

It was then I heard a scuttling of small rodent feet beside my ear.

What a fucking night, I drink till I remember nothing, I wake up in a pile of dirt and now a rat has decided to fucking nibble on me. At least it didn't hurt though, my body still felt numb. The most disturbing thing was hearing the teeth penetrate my flesh, hearing the chewing noises of my muscle and sinew and the crunching of who knows what. This wasn't the worst part of course, the fucker had a family; a fucking extended family. I heard my crunching noises, I heard more flesh tearing away from my muscles and the scurrying of their fucking feet, the squeaks of communication to each other. I heard everything and it frightened me more than if I could even feel it.

I tried to move, I tried to scream for help but there was nothing. All my life of wasting and doing the wrong things over and over and this is how it all ends. To be honest it isn't really a surprise to me.

Then came the sun, oh that wonderful fucking sun. You know I never liked you sun, especially not today. The rays of the flaming angry beast shone in on my body, the rays of it hit my broken and torn flesh and seemed to make me aware of the wounds; finally feel the pain of what had happened. I'm not sure if that's good or not. I felt like screaming:

"FUCK YOU!"

I wanted to get up and stamp on these rats until their little bones were mashed in to a good little paste, until nobody could even tell what they once were any more.

The pain travelled from my wounds, they were like a focal point for it. It travelled and spread rapidly through my entire body. This pain was like no other, I could feel my heart start to deeply beat, I could feel my veins bursting one by one under the strain and pressure of it. This is when I closed my eyes, oh I closed them and wished to never open them again.