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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Rock Bottom.

Resting her hands against the top of her coffin, Caitlyn let out a shaky breath as she tried to calm her nerves; her hands trembled and she closed her eyes resting her head back against the hard plastic that she was laying on. Out of all the ways that someone might have considered that they would die, this had certainly not been on the list and she guessed there could be worse ways to go but right now she could not think of any. It was not like she had often found herself picturing how she was die, she like many had assumed that she would die in her sleep or in old age surrounded by her loved ones.

Caitlyn squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from falling, she had accepted her fate as much as she could; she did not believe for a moment that anyone would find her. Surely if they were even searching for her, then they would have found her by now and would have rescued her by now; she would be safe instead of trapped in what would now be her final resting place.

Taking a few steadying breaths, she reached for the tape recorder that Edward had buried with her; his taunting message playing again as her finger hit the play button and she stared up at the ceiling resolute in her decision. Pressing the rewind button on the tape recorder, Caitlyn tried to think about what she wanted to say, what her final message would be for the person that found her one day. Her finger lingered on the record button for another moment before she slowly pressed it, letting go of the nerves that she felt knowing that this would be her final act.

"My name is Caitlyn Jones, I was born January 30th, 1989 in New York City," she began resting her head near the recorder as she held it near her ear, she stared into the darkness that surrounded her. Slowly she started to tell her story of how she came to find herself here, in what was highly likely going to be her final resting place; she told the story about how her life fell a part and her move to Chicago.

How her crazy biological father had slowly ruined her life, he had murdered the only man that she could ever really call her father, shot the man that she had loved, kidnapped her, murdered her mother before her eyes and had buried her alive in this box. A single tear trailed down her cheek, she closed her eyes trying to imagine a world where Edward had not come back into her life and ruined everything; she imagined that she could have been happy with Jay, maybe they would have gotten married and had a couple of kids.

Gotten a house somewhere in the suburbs, she might have opened her own bakery, the barbeques that they would have had in the summer and she had little doubt that they would have lived long happy lives. The sound of the fan that was circulating air around the coffin, struggling to complete its rotations, and slowing down with every turn that it made was a reminder why she had reached the decision that she had.

"If you find my body, I would like to be cremated. I spent my last hours trapped in a box. I don't want to be buried in one again," Caitlyn said, her last request that she hoped would be listened to whenever they found her if she was ever even found at all. Placing the tape recorder next to her, Caitlyn steeled herself as she reached for the handgun that Edward had placed in the coffin with her.

Turning the gun over in her hands, Caitlyn held it tightly in her hands knowing that she was going to end things her way; she was going to rob Edward of the pleasure of knowing that she had died of suffocation. The metal was cold in her hands and the tears started to really fall at what she was about to do, she slowly raised the gun and pressed the nozzle against the side of her head.

Her hand trembled and she hoped that whoever might find her body would not be horrified by the sight of her remains; her eyes squeezed tighter and her finger slowly closed over the trigger. She allowed her mind to drift to happier times, perhaps a future where she had never met Edward and had never discovered that Richard was not her father; she wanted her last thoughts to be happy ones.

"…lyn," a partially mumbled voice called, her eyes squeezing tighter, she barely registered the voice and her hand shook even worse; the nerves starting to get the best of her. Hitting rock bottom had taken its time but Caitlyn wanted to go on her own terms, she could not allow herself to be weak now especially considering the alternative; the fan would stop sooner or later and then there would be no air. Slowly suffocating to death was not how she wanted to go, she doubted it would be a quick death and she would rather end it all now than wait around until she was forced to suffer a death such as that.

"Caitlyn," the voice called seeming to grow louder, it was closer than before and Caitlyn opened her eyes to stare ahead into the darkness; her eyes staring straight ahead wondering if she had lost her mind. She set down the gun and started to slam her hands into the lid, she screamed out loud and started to make as much noise that she could to get the person's attention.

"I'm down here," Caitlyn screamed, she banged on the lid of her coffin with her hands until they started to really hurt; hope building inside of her for a moment and she prayed that this was it. That in a matter of moments this would all be over and she would be out of this place, the place that she had considered where she was going to die; she had even been prepared to end her life.

"Please find me," Caitlyn pleaded, she continued to beat her hands into the lid not even caring about the pain; she screamed and shouted until her voice was hoarse and she was sure her hands were bloody. The silence that filled the coffin made her heart sink, tears welling in her hands as she tried to listen for the sound of anyone that might be out there and have come to rescue here.

Seconds ticked by with nothing and Caitlyn breathed heavily, panic and anger setting in before she started slamming her hands into the lid and screaming as everything boiled over. Everything that she suffered, the anger at no one coming to find her, frustration that this was how her life was ending and that she was not able to do a thing about it.

Sobbing as she realised that she really was going to die down here, that this really was where she was going to die that no one was coming for her; she had been gone for months with no sign of rescue and now she would die here alone. Reaching for the gun, Caitlyn made sure it was loaded and pressed it against her head; her eyes squeezing closed, she was more than resolute in her decision to end it all here.

Taking a deep breath, Caitlyn readied herself to pull the trigger ignoring the scrapping sound that came from above her; she doubted that it could be anything good, she did not believe that she would be rescued. No one cared that she was missing, they were likely all moving on with their lives like she had not existed and the mystery surrounding her disappearance would just be another one of those cases that would never be solved.

"Caitlyn it's me," said the voice, it sounded closer than it had before and Caitlyn wondered if she was imaging things especially since the voice now sounded like Jay's. She wondered if that was some sort of sign, that perhaps her suffering would be over soon and she might even see him again; her hand tightened around the gun and slowly moved her finger against the trigger.

"Open your eyes, it's me, put the gun down," Jay ordered, his hands pressed against the plastic glass that Caitlyn had been buried in while others around him worked to dig her out. His heart pounded in his chest seeing her in such a state and the fact that she was pointing a gun at her head; he could not imagine what they would have done if it were not for Mouse right now.

"Come on, look at me," Jay pleaded with her, his voice thick with emotion and he ignored the commotion around him while the others worked; his hands were caked in soil and he was sweaty. It was hard to believe that they had managed to get here in time, this place was in the middle of nowhere and was not easy to find; they certainly would not have known to search here.

Caitlyn opened her eyes and she stared up at him, the tears blaring her vision and she was not sure what she wanted to believe this was real; the gun slipped from her grip to the bed of the coffin. Slowly reaching up, she pressed her hand to the plastic above her to mirror Jay's touch before she burst into tears; she was being rescued and did not believe that this was actually happening.

"It's gonna be okay, we're gonna get you out of here," Jay promised her, he was sure she had been in the hospital for a while after this and he was not going to allow anything to happen to her. They would get through this together and it was one day all going to be a horrible nightmare for the both of them.


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