Here's an update. I changed when her brother and his family died. So now instead of the story taking place six months after it all it's now two years. This plays a role with everything in the next chapters. SO READ THIS MESSAGE! Thank you!

Murphy's Law

~Truth Beneath The Rose~

~Rhoswen's POV~

I feel myself fall and hit something hard, scaring me awake. I slowly open my eyes and am greeted with darkness. I roll over onto my back and stare up at the faint sight of the cloth draped over the coffin door. Finally we had landed.

I stretch my legs out and lay my hands over my stomach. A few moments go by and I slowly feel as though the walls were closing in on me. I knock gently on the coffin door above me, hoping that one of the guys were close by. I get nothing back. I knock again, a little louder this time, but get the same silent response.

Maybe I was the first one to touch ground? Last one on first one off. Yeah that was it. I was the first off the plane. All I have to do is just wait. Soon one of them would come and get me.

So I wait patiently. I start to hum happy tunes to myself while I try to keep my breathing steady. I close my eyes and bounce my foot the best I can to the beat. I tap my fingers on the back of my other hand, feeling anxious. I had to keep my mind off of where I was. I had to.

Fifteen minutes creep by as my anxiety turns into fear. I take several deep breaths and tell myself that they were on their way right now to let me out. They had to be. They couldn't just leave me in this coffin.

"Hey, you guys?" I call out from the darkness of the coffin, but no response. So I try a little louder, thinking it may have been too muffled, "Clay! You guys!"

I wait a moment, listening intently, but once again there was no response. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I feel my hands tingle and start to become clammy, shaking slightly. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my hands.

"It's okay. I'm okay." I tell myself and then swallow hard. I wanted to believe my words, but my fear was getting the better of me. A soft noise catches my attention. I try and force myself to listen, trying to make out what it was.

My eyes suddenly snap open stare at the door of the coffin. It couldn't be what it sounded like. It just couldn't be happening again. My mind reels, the noise continuing, and bringing me back to the last time I had been in a coffin. It had only been two years ago... The noise comes again; dirt tapping gently against the wood, and I break from my thoughts long enough to draw in a quick breath of terror.

"You guys! This isn't funny anymore! Get me out!" I scream suddenly and bang on the coffin door again. I try to kick, finding myself snug in the coffin. My breathing was becoming unsteady as I began to feel sheer panic build up inside of me, "Get me the Hell out of here!"

It had only been a little while since I had been dropped in where ever I was, but it felt like three hours. No one had come to get me yet and it felt like no one ever was. I was terrified, panicked, and beginning to feel helpless, "CLAY! JENSEN! COUGAR! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"Ow!" A voice suddenly says. It had come from right beside me, but that wasn't possible. Just like the sound I had been hearing wasn't possible. It was all in my head. It had to be.

"HELP! ANYONE! HELP ME! PLEASE!" I continue to scream at the top of my lungs and bang on the coffin door.

"Rose? Rose is that you?" I stop banging, recognizing the voice this time. It wasn't just in my head like the noise was, "Can you hear me?"

"Jensen! Jensen help me!" I hit the coffin door again, hoping to help lead him to where I was.

"Where are you? Are you alright?" He asks, his voice seeming to be right beside me.

"I'm in the coffin still." I reply, a sob making it's way out through my voice. I was trying to hold myself together, but hearing the worry in his tone and seeing the situation I was in canceled any and all control I had. I hit the door again lighter, feeling like this was a bad joke, "I'm right beside you."

"Rose, I'm with the others." Jensen replies and I cry out a curse, somewhere deep inside me telling me I wasn't going to get rescued this time; this time I wouldn't escape. I stop banging and let my tears fall from my eyes, "You got brought to some other warehouse. Do you know where?"

"I'M IN A FUCKING COFFIN!" I scream at the top of my lungs and hit the door of the coffin with all my might, feeling angry and distressed, "GET ME THE FUCK OUT!"

I stop and begin to cry angry tears. I was huffing and my heart was racing from my physical exertion. I calm down and hit my head back against the pillow it had been laying on a few times.

"God, please help me..." I cry softly as new tears spill over from my eyes. I raise a hand to my face and feel my fingers touch something cool by my ear. I pick up the ear piece that had fallen and curse at myself for not remembering it was in the coffin with me. I stick it in my ear and wipe away tears from my face, huffing.

"Rose, we're coming, but you have to calm down though. You need to steady your breathing." Jensen replies and slowly I begin to understand. I was huffing, my heart was racing, and I was in a sealed coffin. Soon my oxygen was going to run out.

"Oh my God..." I cry and then take a deep breath, trying to hold it in for as long as I can. Tears fall from my eyes as I fight against sobbing, which would only use more air. All I could think about was how this was it. This was how I was going to die. I wasn't even buried alive in a coffin this time and I was going to die.

I let out my breath slowly, tears still falling from my eyes like little streams. All I wanted to do was cry, but I knew I couldn't. Especially if I wanted to live. I wasn't ready to die. Especially not from suffocation in a dark coffin all alone.

"Can you hear anything that will help us find you?" Jensen asks through a pant. I close my eyes and take another deep breath, holding it in again. I try and listen as closely as I can to what was going outside of the coffin. Slowly a small beeping floats to my ears like the kind you would hear at a construction site or something.

"I hear beeping. Like some thing's backing up." I reply as I let out my breath slowly and then take another.

"Alright, beeping...beeping..." Jensen repeats to himself through his panting. I feel my lungs ache, wanting air, but I continue to hold in the breath I had. I slowly begin to let it out, stretching out the breath the best I could. I don't take another one right away and wait a moment. I had no idea how long I had been in the coffin and usually you only had two or three hours of air. For all I knew, I could only have a few moments left.

The thought brings my panic back and I take a series of short, quick breaths. I shut my mouth tightly and hold in one of the breaths. I remember back to two years ago when I was on a C-17 coming home from Russia with the rest of my squad. I remember it was winter then and we were all freezing, each of us sitting beside one another shivering. I remember falling asleep and waking up outside of a deserted mine, hands and feet tied, gagged.

I remember being dragged inside the mine down one of the many long tunnels by two men. I remember seeing a faint orange glow from a flame, casting shadows on the walls. I remember the voices talking about a man named Max and my brother. I remember seeing the hole in the earth before the coffin. I remember already knowing what was going to happen...

They threw me into the old wooden coffin in the dirt and then nailed the top on. They threw shovel after shovel full of dirt, rapping against the door of the coffin. I was so calm, so collected about what was going on then. I had gained control of my breathing right from the start and pushed up against the lid of the coffin to see if it had give. Then I had taken off my shirt and tied a knot at the bottom of it, pulling me head back through the hole at the neck. I had kicked and hit the coffin lid until it broke and dirt started pouring in, filling the empty spaces.

I worked quickly and calmly, using my hands to push dirt towards my feet until there was no more room. Then I worked on pushing it around the empty spaces at my sides. Then I sat up the best I could as the loose dirt filled the space I had once occupied. I continued until I was standing, feet planted in the coffin where I had once laid. I then pushed the dirt out of my way until I hit the surface, pulling myself out and tearing off the shirt from my head so I could breath. I had ran from the mine and fallen to the ground outside the tunnels, gasping and huffing. I thanked God over and over again as I lied on my back, staring up at the sky.

I had everything under control then, but now I could barely keep myself from crying. Then it was a cheap pine wood coffin and this one was oak or walnut, a hard wood with a metal latch and everything. This time I couldn't just kick open the lid and dig myself out. There was nothing to dig. I wasn't in the ground. I was on top of it, tied and locked inside this death box.

"I don't...I...find...anywhere..." Jensen's voice comes in as static, broken up pieces of his sentences at a time. I look to my right at the side of the coffin, more white cloth draped to it there. I look back at the lid to the coffin and take a slow, deep breath.

"Jensen?" I ask softly, trying my best to keep myself from going into a panic attack again. I close my eyes and listen, waiting for his voice, "Jensen?"

"Ro...I can't he-...breaking up...machi-...interf-..." Jensen replies in pieces. I could put it together. He couldn't hear me. I was breaking up. Some kind of machine in the warehouse he was in was causing the interference, "Wha-...No...hear...beepi-...some thi-...up..."

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and take a deep breath, holding it in. It doesn't last as long as I want it to and so I let it out in a sharp huff. I suddenly hear a door screech open and footsteps running around, getting closer to me with each step. I open my eyes and stare at the lid a moment, trying to decide whether I was just hearing things I wanted to or if they were real. I decide they are real.

"Help! Help me!" I scream out and begin to bang on the coffin wildly as I listen to the footsteps stop beside me somewhere. Someone on the outside cuts the straps off from around it, letting them fall to the ground with a loud 'clank' of the clasps. They then try to pry open the coffin door, finding my banging on it had caused the lock to become stuck.

"Would you stop thrashing around in there!" I recognize the voice; feminine and cold. There was only one person it could belong to.

"Aisha please get me out! Get me out of here!" I scream and feel tears start to fall from my eyes again. I was saved.

"I'm trying to!" She yells back and then curses under her breath as I hear small scratching noises from the outside like nails scraping against the wood. I continue to bang on the coffin and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling more tears rush to my eyes. I began breathing heavier and faster then I should with all my efforts at escape.

I try to take another, but feel my chest tighten. I try again, but quickly realize there was no more air to breathe. My eyes go wide as I begin to struggle for my life, flailing wildly as I tried to catch a breath. Sharp pains fly through my chest and throat. I flail again, harder to one side, and the coffin topples over, falling from whatever it had been placed on.

It lands on the floor on its side and I try to force the door open, but it won't budge. I feel my arms lose strength as my head gets heavy. I let my arms drop from the door as I feel myself slipping away, still struggling for breath.

"What the hell's going on!" I hear a familiar rough, agitated voice suddenly call out as footsteps follow with it. The scratching on the coffin ceases a moment as I struggle to fight any longer against death.

"I can't get the damn thing open. It's stuck and she's freaking out!" Aisha calls back at the newcomer as she continues to try and pull the door open.

"Get out of the way!" He calls out as I hear him run to the coffin and hit the ground hard as if he had tried to slid on his knees, "Rhos? Can you hear me?"

I lift a hand and place it against the lid of the coffin, trying to get out the words to reply.

"Make some kind of sound if you can hear me!" He shouts as I hear him tug at the coffins lid. He starts to pound on it with heavy fists, "Aisha, get me something to break the damn thing open with!"

"Got it!" Her footsteps fade away until all I can hear is the pounding on the coffin lid. I hear him grunt and curse as he hits the coffin harder. I hear small cracks and pops from the wood around me, but no light, no air rushing in to save me.

"Goddamn it!" He yells as I hear him wail on the coffin door with his feet now. My hand slowly falls from the white drapery that covered the inside of the coffin as the lights go out on my already darkened world.