Taphephobia- Fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries.
"Dig," and so he did. The pain in his foot was intense, the cold numbing his fingers to the point where he could barely grip the shovel. Shaking, he admitted he was too weak, tears rolling down his face. He only half wished that the team would come and save him, but did he really want them to come? They were already to late, he was already dead. Tobias spit profanities at him, calling him weak, pitiful. The shovel was ripped from his numb fingers, and Tobias took over the digging.
He couldn't bring himself to move, or to shut out the words the man before him was saying. Every word was right, and they cut him deep to the bone. Shivering, his final resting place was finally doubled in size in no time, and he was ashamed that he wasn't even able to dig his own grave with a shred of dignity left. He looked up at Tobias as he stood, and bowed his head; ready to accept the bullet that was soon to come. "Get in," the man hissed, and his eyes shot up.
"What?" he whimpered, looking down into the shallow hole in front of him.
"You heard me boy, you need time to think about what you've done." He felt bile rise in his throat and he rocked back and forth slightly, shaking his head in denial.
"Please, please just kill me. I know what I've done," he begged, fighting tears again. Strong hands gripped his hair and pulled him forward, and he landed face first in the dirt. He struggled, turning over so he was on his back. "No, please," he gasped, clawing at the air as a shovels worth of dirt landed on his face. Sputtering, he clenched his eyes closed and struggled to breathe.
"Accept what you've done and maybe God will take pity on you and end your life quickly," was the only response he got. More dirt covered his lower half, compressing his chest to the point where it couldn't expand enough for him to take a proper breath. He felt the dirt compact more above him, and he knew Tobias was packing it down. His legs and arms were stuck in place, and he attempted to turn his head. Dirt clogged his nose and mouth, and he swallowed instinctively, choking himself.
He whimpered, wiggling his fingers; holding on to that last memory of how it felt to move muscles. He wanted to die with that feeling, a feeling of being free, but instead he'd die with his last moments being spent in the ground before his heart stopped.
Reid shot up in bed, his hands rubbing at the invisible dirt on his face. He could breathe, he could see, he could move; and he slowly laid back down against the soft sheets. He'd shot Tobias, his team had came to his rescue before things had gotten that far. He shut his eyes again, even though he knew he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. They had saved him from an early grave, and he was still alive. Then came the after thought that he always had, is that really what he wanted?