Part Ten:

Not two seconds later, Daviel was yelling furiously on his way towards Jestin's bedroom. I happen to be located in Jestin's bedroom. Daviel happened to sound beyond pissed. "WHAT did you DO,"Daviel voice reverbrated through my head. I have no idea. Daviel was going to kill me for real this time. It was my last straw. And I definitely didn't mean to this time. With this thought, I got up and burst through the bedroom door.

I ran down the hall and turned towards the front door. Well, it's better to freeze to death than to get tortued or something. At least you fall asleep before you freeze to death. A lot more peaceful. I burst into view of the stairs and I could hear Daviel yelling about how he was going to kill me and so on, so on. Just as I reached the stairs, I said to myself,"I didn't mean it! That wasn't suppose to happen!" I was just about out of breath completely.

With that, I sprinted down the stairs. Before I got halfway down, Daviel came into view. "Oh, I'm going to kiiiiiill you,"he said in a sing-song voice. Yet it was furious as well. His appearance shocked my enough to trip over my own feet. I started to fall down the stairs, but I grabbed onto the railing dangerously. Meanwhile, I twisted my ankle and heard a loud crack before feeling pain sear up my leg. "AH,"I yelled, but I didn't stop.

Instead, I hopped forward and burst out the front door with Daviel coming behind me. I started down the steps of the porch and would you know it!? I tripped and fell face forward into the cold snow. I lifted my head, gasping for air, and wincing from the pain of my most likely broken ankle. Before I could do much more than spit out the snow that had made its way into my mouth, a strong, furious hand wrapped itself around the back of my neck.

I was pulled painfully up to my feet...well, foot. "I told you not to hurt Jes' feelings,"Daviel growled into my ear. I winced as he tightened his grip on the back of my neck. "What are you talking about,"I bellowed in defense. Daviel laughed evily,"I saw Jestin crying. She said you did it. That's all I need to know for your doom." Then he turned me around and slammed my head against the railing of the porch. The world went black with pain.

In my dream, my dad was sitting in an ugly chair next to a pathetic table. The edge of my eyes were blurry, just like those times when I saw strange things. But this is just a dream...I think. My mother, whose attire shocked me, was sitting across from dad. Mom had gray slacks on, her black hair hung loose on her shoulders, and her eyes were dull and sad. Dad reached forward and placed his hand over hers. "We'll find her,"Dad said carefully,"She'll be ok."

I snapped open my eyes to complete darkness. At first I was calm. It felt as if I was just laying on a very firm matress. The light was off, nothing more. I started to sit up and you wouldn't believe what happened. I hit my head on the wood above me, feeling the pain of the past sore of when Daviel had slammed my head into the rail, the pain of just now hitting my head again, and the pain of my still broken ankle shocked through me.

I reached in front of me to feel the roof not two feet away from my body. Then I kicked my foot against the bottom of where I was to see how far that was. I didn't even have to reach for the wall. I was closed up in what seemed like a box. I took a deep breath and swallowed to calm myself. Everything was ok, I'm sure. After a second, I slammed my fist against the roof to hear a dull thud. My thoughts were confirmed: I was locked in a coffin underground.

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE! MY LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE MY EYES. I'M DEAD. I CAN'T BREATHE. I'M SUFFOCATING. I'M BEING SMOTHERED. I'M BEING SQUASHED. THE WALLS ARE SQUASHING ME. I'M DYING SLOWLY. OH MY GOD, I THINK THERE'S A SKELETON IN HERE WITH ME. No, no, it was just myself.

After a second of major panic...verbal wise...I started beating on the roof of the coffin. I had to get out of here. I had to. I HAD to. Of course, majorly damaging my hands...breaking them I'm sure...didn't get me out of the coffin what-so-ever. I could already feel the air around me shortening. It was only a matter of time until I died. I was crying in fear and forced myself to breathe more slowly...less air. I let the pain wash over me and swore if I got out of here, I'd kill Daviel.

Ah, who am I kidding? Me...kill Daviel? That's like stating the pillow was going to stand up and go kill itself by jumping out a twelve story building...and actually succeeding in it. In a more simpler way, its vertially impossible for me to kill Daviel. Unless he told me exactly how to do it, gave me the weapon, and stood still. And also, if I could get OUT of here. Besides, wouldn't that be more like suicide? Either way, I was feeling sick waves wash through me.

I rolled over onto my stomach with much difficulty. At least it was a normal coffin. Pillow-wise, I mean. I burried my head into the silky pillow and bawled my eyes out. It was as if I was already dead. Deathly dark. Stuck under ground, alive but dead. I don't know if I had tired myself out or if the lack of oxygen was coming to me. Either way, if felt a deep sleep start to overcome me. My breaths shortened and my eyes drooped, no longer darting around the blackness.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hiccuping slightly. Then I hummed slightly to calm myself. "When a cow has been choked,"I whispered, picking at the frilly side of the pillow,"or a house is up in smoke." I didn't even jump when a loud thud hit the coffin roof above me. "Or something expensive has been broke,"I said with a yawn,"Then you know you've been punked by..." "IVY,"I heard a voice yell above me. "No, Oak,"I corrected quietly.

None-the-less, I rolled back over onto my back and stared into the darkness. "Try to move as best as you can to the left...your left...I'm going to punch a hole,"Jestin yelled determined-like. I gulped and moved as far as I could to my left. Then in the next second, a loud crash was followed by a bloody fist protruding just beside my head. The fist was yanked out and a dim ray of moonlight greeted me along with a wisp of fresh air. Oh great God, I'm not going to die!

"Are you still alive,"Jestin said into the hole. "Almost,"I replied dully. This hole was giving me view of my box and I was freaking out again. "Ok,"Jestin said,"Ok, I'm going to get you out of here." I sighed in relief when a thought hit me. What if she can't get me out? This is Daviel's dooing after all. I panicked and had problems breathing all over again. Then I squeaked when Jestin started ripping the coffin ceiling piece by piece. I started helping her out after awhile.

When the hole was big enough for my body to fit through, I started prying my way out. Jestin grabbed my by the armpits and started dragging me out as well. When I was out well enough, I looked at Jestin. Then I hugged her thankfully. It didn't occur to me that she was thick with cold slushy mud. Not until I looked around to see we were in a deep hole surrounded by the cold, slushy mud. "Ick,"I said in distaste. "So you're all right,"Jestin asked in concern.

I wrapped my arms around myself and nodded,"I think so. But I'm not even going to LOOK at Daviel anymore." I made a face of disgust and determination. Jestin helped me up out of the hole that Daviel had so kindly dug in the back yard. Around this time, the pain of my broken ankle reminded myself. Soon enough, Jestin dragged me into the house and rubbed my frozen arms. Jestin wasn't so worried about the cold. Blood problems with her, I guess. "Vampire" problems, pfft. They must be diseased filled or something.

We hadn't gone far when Daviel said from behind us,"What do you think you're doing?" Jestin turned me around to face Daviel, but I quickly looked up at the ceiling. "She didn't do anything,"Jestin snapped in frustration,"I just felt bad for myself. Ivy didn't do nothing." Improper Grammar, woman. I didn't put in any input, but instead tilted my head at the sight of a black dot on the ceiling. "I purposly put her out there, Jestin, it isn't your property to go dig her up,"Daviel snapped.

Jestin scoffed,"You promised you wouldn't kill her unless-" Daviel interrupted,"-she annoyed me. I know she made you cry because she was running from me. The spells guilt all over her." Jestin crossed her arms and glared at Daviel. My gaze went from the ceiling to the floor. I was based on my word. I'm not going to look at Daviel EVER. "Now you go bury her, right now,"Daviel ordered. I looked at Jestin with a frown. "NO,"Jestin snapped. Then she grabbed me and dragged me upstairs.

"Then you better hope I never catch her alone because when I do,"Daviel yelled behind us,"I'LL KILL HER!" Well, that just makes it easier to sleep tonight...today...whatever. Jestin led me to her bedroom and eventually gave me new clothing and a couple of towels. "Go take a shower, coffin girl,"she ordered. So sweet of her. I took a shower and was drying my hair when I heard muttering from the next room. "No, Davvy,"Jestin whined.

"Jes, I'll get you a new friend, I promise,"Daviel muttered in a low voice. I stopped drying my hair and listened with all my strength. "She's my friend. You're not going to kill her until she actually DOES do something,"Jestin stated stubbornly. "Ok, ok, I'm giving you a choice,"Daviel said,"Zander or Ivy. Pick one." Harsh. Oh, so cold. I could feel Jestin's hesitation. "What,"Jestin asked. "If you pick Ivy, I'm telling Zander to go. If you pick Zander, I'll do what I want with Ivy,"Daviel said.

Crap. I didn't even try to dry my hair. I turned on the spot and quietly opened the bathroom door I had ran away from the first day I was here. I shut it quietly and hopped down the hallway. Instead of going downstairs, I went the opposite direction. That would throw them off track. I slipped into a room I'd never been in before. With one glance, I knew it was a bedroom. Either Daviel's or Zander's. Whichever one didn't seem promising.

Though, at this point I could hear Jestin and Daviel arguing. "This is the LAST straw,"Daviel yelled at Jestin. "FINE,"Jestin yelled and I heard her storm off. I looked around and couldn't think of where to hide. The only place I could think was under the bed. Oh well, I hid under the bed. It seemed like forever under that bed. I was sure I'd thrown Daviel and Jestin off my track! I silently celebrated. Then the door to the bedroom open.

Would you know it? Daviel walked in...well, more like stormed. At first, I figured he had found out I was hiding in here. Then when Daviel sat down on the bed and took off his shoes, I realized that this was indeed Daviel's room. Not only that, but Daviel was sitting on the bed I happened to be hiding under. Not only THAT, but the underside of this bed happened to be extremely dusty. I could handle this, though. Little dirt, no problem.

"I'm going to do more than bury that girl,"Daviel muttered,"I'm going to rip out her hair one at a time, pull back her nails, break every bone in her weak human body, stab pin needles into her eyes..." It went on and on. With every threat, my blood turned colder and colder. Then Daviel stopped talking and stood up. He turned in a circle and stomped his foot on the floor. I gasped, breathing in more than enough dust, and started a coughing fit.