Alright, this is going to be a shorter chapter, just one I felt like writing on a Friday after a long week of school. (:

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Gwen or TDI! (:

Summary: Gwen's feelings as she gets buried alive reveal more than the actual show ever could about the situation.

Pairing: It isn't really a pairing chapter, more just Gwen's feelings on being buried. Trent is also in this chapter though, so it could be GwenxTrent, if you want, but as you know, when Gwen gets unburied…things don't go too well for them. xD

I have no extra notes to put here today, so I'll just get right to the chapter for once!

Some of the fears that the rest of the campers came up with were pathetic. Hail? Sumo wrestlers? Bad haircuts? Bugs? Are you kidding me? Those are just things that you probably don't like just in general, not your worst fears! I mean, seriously! Some of the things that other people had to face today were super easy, and here I was stuck, being buried alive! How is that even fair? The producers do know that the glass coffin I'm laying in right now could give out any minute and kill me?

Just then, I felt the walkie talkie I was clutching onto for dear life start buzzing. It was my only contact with the outside world while I was buried, so I held onto it tightly.

I pressed the button, but instead of hearing Trent's voice comforting me, I heard a blood curdling scream come from the other end, and the scream sounded like it was Trent's. I waited a moment before responding, but before I had a chance to, a loud clunk came from the other end.

I sighed. I couldn't guarantee it, but by the looks of it, Trent had ran away. Knowing the way the show operated, I guessed that Chris had sent a mime over to scare Trent. It might not have happened, and Trent could still be up there, with the walkie talkie in hand. That was the better of the two options that came to mind, so I hoped that it was true.

"Trent?" I asked into the walkie talkie.

I waited for a few moments for a response, but eventually gave up hope. Trent was gone, and I didn't know when he was coming back, or if he was at all. My guess was that Chris had left Trent responsible for digging me up once the 5 minutes was up, but by the looks of it, I wasn't getting dug up by anyone anytime soon.

Why did these things always have to happen to me? I thought. It really wasn't fair. Everyone else had an easier fear to face then me! I could actually die doing this, and by the looks of it, I was. No one was coming back for me.

At that moment, my whole life flashed in front of me. My mom…we were complete opposites; I was night, she was day. Despite our many differences, we still got along great, and I still loved her so much. My brother…although he got on my nerves all the time, our lives would be so different without each other, because then who would we have to annoy each other every day of our life? My dad…I didn't know where he took off to 8 years ago when he left us, but I knew I still loved him and missed him a lot, and I wanted to see him again before I died. But now it looked like I wouldn't get to.

All my friends came to my mind. Marilyn, Reaper, Pixie Corpse, Kayla, Manda, Liam…all my closest friends from school. I missed them here on the island, and I'd regret it so much if I never got to see them again.

Just then, I heard a timer go off. My time was up. Trent was supposed to come dig me up now. But was he here to do that? No. Would he remember to? Unlikely. I felt tears well up in my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen! I wasn't supposed to de young!

I then thought about all the 'friends' I had made here at Camp Wawanakwa, the place where I would likely rest in peace for many years to come. Leshawna and I got along great. She was another team mate of mine who despised Heather, which was always good to have. Beth and Lindsay; they were friends with Heather, but if you caught them away from Heather, they were both really nice people who meant well. Bridgette and I had bonded on the days that we haven't had challenges, so I'd miss her a lot too. Owen, DJ, Geoff, Duncan and Cody were all people I had befriended a bit, so I'd miss them, and hate myself for not getting to know them better before my death.

Then lastly, I thought of Trent. The one person I thought I had a special connection with here at camp had left me here to die. I had never liked anyone the way I liked Trent before, so he was really special to me. Until he left of course. If on the odd chance I lived through this, our friendship would definitely be affected a lot. Negatively.

Suddenly, I felt a buzz come from my walkie talkie, still clutched tightly in my hand. I gulped, and slowly pressed the button so I could hear what the person was going to say to me.

"Gwen?" I heard a familiar voice ask. It was Trent…he had come back after all! I was going to live! I smiled as he continued talking.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I groaned. How was I going to answer this? I was so mad at Trent now that I could probably punch this coffin open, but I didn't want to hurt myself, or suffocate myself, so I chose not to. Trent had left me, but in the end, he had come back, so I was thankful for that.

"Gwen?" Trent yelled. I guess I had hesitated a little too long on answering him. I was about to respond, but he kept talking. "Are you alive?" he asked.

I then pressed the button to let Trent know that I was about to respond.

"I'm fine!" I growled. "Can you dig me up now please?" I snapped.

Trent immediately buzzed back in.

"Gwen I'm so sorry!" he apologized. "I'll start digging you up right now!" he panted.

I sighed. Sorry wasn't going to cut it this time. I turned off my walkie talkie, and waited for Trent to dig me up. I wasn't too far in the ground, so it only took about 5 minutes, at the most. I then saw Trent smiling at me, getting ready to open up the coffin. I returned his friendly smiles with angry looking glares.

Finally, after all the dirt was off of the coffin, Trent opened it up, and dropped his walkie talkie. He dropped the shovel, and smiled at me.

"Gwen, you did it!" he smiled. In return, I glared, as usual.

Chris then walked up behind Trent. Perfect timing…it would have been nice if one of them had shown up 10 minutes ago to dig me up when I was supposed to be dug up!

"She's alright! She alright!" he shouted.

I sat up and groaned, throwing my walkie talkie at Trent's head. He still sat there, smiling as it fell to the ground. I quickly made my way out of the coffin before Trent could start talking to me.

"I'm not going to forget about this!" I yelled to Trent as I walked away. He tried following but I was walking too fast. Good thing. I needed time alone. And a lot of it too.

Yeah, kinda short…but it still works.

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~Lauren