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As you read this chapter, I'd recommend making another tab, getting on youtube and typing in the searchbar, Into The Dark piano song. The second result should have a thumbnail of an orange sunset labeled "a sad piano song". Click on that and listen to it as you read this chapter. It makes it so much more emotional. Sorry, this one's going to be short.
I lay there, crying for what felt like forever. No. I would not waste my last moments like this. Not laying here crying. That's not the dignified way to die. That's not how Harry died.
I closed my eyes and lifted my watch up to my face. I slowly opened my eyes, dreading to see how much time I had left. My heart stopped.
19 minutes.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. The coffin felt like it was becoming smaller. Maybe it was my imagination, my weakening mind giving me these terrible feelings. I licked my white, dry lips as my lungs struggled to get the oxygen they so desperately craved. I just stared at the top of the coffin, my only thoughts of Ron. He probably had no idea that I was dying right now. That I was buried alive, struggling to breathe, with only 19 minutes to live. He was probably under those red velvet covers, half asleep without a care in the world. That or he was attempting to play my piano. I smiled at the thought, my eyes halfway closed, my lips cracked and white from lack of air.
Ron. I love you so much. Thank you for being such a great husband. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have come here. I should have listened to you.
Suddenly, as if by magic, a golden light appeared above my face. I began to make out a transparent figure of a person lying down next to me. It was Ron. He was smiling at me. He took my pale hand in his, brought it up to his lips and kissed it, looking into my dying eyes. He put my hand down gently and moved it above my chest. I blinked. My heart began to speed up it's rhythm. Was this dying?
I saw you in this vision about ten minutes ago.
He lifted his arm as if he were about to hit me in the chest, and I looked at him, confusion in my eyes. He thrusted his arm downward with a rapid motion into my chest. His hand went right through my skin and into my body.
You came and lie down next to me. You took my hand in yours and kissed it.
An overwhelming feeling of comfort and warmth rushed through my body. It was as if he was guiding my lungs. He was helping me breathe.
You suddenly pushed your hand through my chest, and sort of.. I don't know, it was like you were trying to help me breathe. It was like you were telling my lungs what to do. And… and it was the most comforting thing I've ever felt. I felt like someone was finally helping me. That everything was going to be okay.
He suddenly took his hand out of my chest and nodded at me. Then as quickly as he came, he vanished leaving me with complete comfort. I felt like I was going to be okay. I lay there thinking about it for a few minutes, just staring at the top of the coffin. I didn't feel as afraid as I did before. Don't get me wrong, I was still scared as hell. At least my chest felt the slightest bit better.
Thank you for your help. I really needed it. I'm sorry, I can't keep my head up. I need to lay it down. Hope that doesn't bother you, my body's just not working anymore.
I looked at my watch. Fear once again tightened its grip on me as I looked at how much time I had left.
10 minutes.
I'm sorry if my calls were disturbing your sleep. I just really needed help. I still do, but I've given up on it. You haven't answered any of my calls, Ginny hung up on me while I was begging her to come help me, and dad didn't believe me. I'm probably just going to close my eyes and try to put myself to sleep.
I lay down, trying to stay calm. Breathing was becoming so difficult that I had to physically arch my back off the floor of the coffin to get a tiny amount of air into my dying lungs.
Whoa. I'm really dizzy.
5 minutes.
I'm sorry, I have to stop talking, I can't- I can't breathe. That was the last thing I said in my message.
4 minutes. My weak arm dropped the phone next to my knee. I was getting no air at all. My gasps for air began to turn into desperate coughs.
That's when the phone started to vibrate.