Yeah! ! double chapter!

Okay people I based this on experiences and reactions of REAL people... and that creeped me out a bit... I suggest that if any of you is REALLY claustrophobic... proceed with caution.
I did my research, I did my writing, no read and enjoy.

23

The clock ticked and stopped exactly at the number eleven. One hour before year 1970. A brand new year that would bring happiness and change over the world. Or maybe not?

Kelly was sitting uncomfortably on the big sofa. Kris was half laying and half sitting next to her. Jill was constantly nagging her with questions about how she was, or if she needed anything. She smiled and always said no. Kelly smiled too but was angry with her for not saying anything about what happened that night.

Everything was going smoothly. Her mind raced at Sabrina. And then Kris grabbed her hand and nodded to the stairs. Kelly followed her with curiosity.

Kris got into her room and locked the door. She sat on the bed exhausted and buried her head in her palms.

''Mom sued Sabrina...'' Kelly managed to make between sobs.

''She did what?''

''Kelly I-''

''Kris, you gotta talk to her! Sabrina's in this mess because of you! She doesn't deserve to go to jail because of this! Go and talk to your mom now!''

''Kelly she... I... I can't...''

''So, take the easy way then! Let someone else pay!''

The little colour that had returned on her cheeks faded immediately as she raised her head and looked at Kelly.

''I'm sorry.'' replied the brunette. ''But she's your mom. She'll understand. It's not fair to have Bri wanted because of all this. Please Kris... please...''

''But...''

''I'll call her in, okay? You need to tell her.''

Suddenly she stopped crying. She raised her head. ''You're right.''

Kelly went downstairs, whispered something in Mary's ear and sat on the armchair.

Jill tried to follow but Kelly held her back.

''What is going on?''

''Kris is telling everything to your mom. She sued Sabrina. She's gonna go to prison Jill.''

''What?''

''Sit down. We have to wait.''

Sabrina yelped at the sight of the coffin and turned around to avoid falling in. As she did so Morrison's fist connected with her nose, forcing her to take a step backwards and eventually fall inside. The lid slammed on her face making her put her hands on her nose instinctively. Hear head slammed back and she ''slipped'' in unconsciousness without even being able to ''slip'' down. The two muscular men in smart suit quickly lifted the coffin and headed for the elevator.

The door to Kris's room slammed open. Mary dashed out and down the stairs. She stopped in the middle of the hall and looked at Jill. She avoided her eyes. She shifted her attention to Kelly who stiffened her jaw.

''You knew all of this?'' she asked finally.

Kelly nodded.

''And why didn't you tell-''

'''Cause Sabrina forbid me too.''

''Why?''

Kelly shrugged.

Mary wiped some perspiration of her forehead. ''Where is she now?''

''Hiding.''

''Where?''

The girl didn't talk. ''Please Kelly! Tell me! Where is she?''

Kelly closed her eyes. Blocking her off completely.

''Kelly!''

''I'm sorry Mrs Munroe. I cannot tell you.''

''Just... take me to her Kelly. I just... want to talk... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... everything's just...''

''You promise you won't call the police?''

''Of course, of course... Will you?''

''I'll take you there then.''

She nodded. ''Thank you. Jill stay with Kris see if she-''

Jill stopped her. ''I'm coming with you. We'll bring her here. It's Christmas. Let's just forget all of this and get her here in the warm. Nothing else. We'll talk about all of this tomorrow. I can't take anymore of this nonsense.''

Kelly stared at her for a while. Then she smiled. ''Okay. Lets go.''

Mary parked the car and they walked towards the entrance. Kelly pressed the button to call the elevator but the doors opened. Two men carrying a coffin came out. Behind them was... nurse Morrison.

Kelly looked at her surprised.

''Miss Morrison?''

''Oh, hello Kelly...'' she said with a tired smile.

''You live there?'' asked the girl surprised.

''Oh, no, my mom does... did... Oh, I'm so sorry... I just don't feel very well... It was... so... sudden...'' she wiped the tears off her eyes and nodded to the men to leave.

Mary raised her eyebrows. Kelly nodded. ''I'm sorry for your loss.''

''Thank you kid... thank you... We have to go to the cemetery now... excuse me.''

There was a ''thock'' from behind them. Jill turned around and looked at the men with the coffin. One of them smiled as the other opened the door with one hand and they loaded the coffin on the hearse. Mary wiped her tears with a handkerchief and joined them. The engine came to life and they left.

''Who is she?'' asked Mary.

''A nurse we met at the hospital. She was very helpful.''

''Oh.''

Kelly searched her pockets and fished her keys. They took the elevator to the fifth floor and Kelly knocked the door. No response. Maybe she was sleeping. Or she didn't want to answer. She shrugged and unlocked the door letting them in.

''Sabrina?'' she asked.

No response.

''Sabrina?''

No response.

She took a peek in the bedroom as Jill looked at the bathroom. Nothing. In the kitchen. Nothing. Jill knelt in front of the door and pointed at something. She put a hand in front of her mouth in horror. Kelly knelt next to her.

''What is it?''

Jill pointed at a part of the carpet covered with small bloodstains. Kelly touched them and quickly wiped her fingers on her jeans. They were fresh.

''Sabrina.'' she muttered.

Mary was standing behind her.

''What is going on?''

''Someone took Sabrina.''

''Ho-''

''Dammit! It's my fault!'' she yelled and started to shake. Jill looked at her with disbelief.

''Your fault?''

''If only I hadn't left her alone!''

Jill bit her tongue. It was a little of everybody's fault. ''I'll call Bosley.''

''Wait a second.''

''Huh?''

''Look at this.''

She threw the mat away. She pointed at the small scratch marks on the wooden floor.

''It's like something really heavy came through here. Got dragged.''

''Or out of here.''

Kelly pursed her lips. ''Something heavy like... a coffin.''

''Oh my God! The coffin! Nurse Morrison! That's why we found her in front of us all the time!''

Sabrina gasped regaining consciousness as the coffin fell on the bottom of the open grave and her back found the ground. She tried to raise her head but she only managed to hit the lid. She tried to move her hands and found she couldn't. Her mind started to panic but she stopped it abruptly. No time for panicking now. Her arms were pinned on her ribs and her back hurt from the crash and from the harsh touch of the wood on the damaged area. Carefully she raised her left palm as she could and felt her surroundings. She breathed in the smell of damp dirt. She could hear hollow sounds as the earth the men on the surface shoveled on her echoed inside the strong wooden coffin. Her eyes opened wide in terror.

''NO!'' she yelled hitting the lid as hard as she could with her fist.

She gasped as she found no air for her next breath. She coughed and chocked until she managed to breath again. She had the all too familiar taste of blood on her mouth. She touched her face, where a trickle of blood rolling from her nose down to her chin. She wiped it but it was no use. It found its path once again. The sounds of earth being stuffed against her intensified and she felt that with each her chest was being smashed. She closed her eyes and counted her breathing. One-two. One-two. Like the sounds. The sounds of me being buried alive. The sound of me dying... NO!

The panic stung her gut but she bit deep into her lip to stop it. Breath slowly. She tasted blood again. She had to do something.

She concentrated on her last remaining strength and kicked on the middle. She kicked again with only result to choke again. The damp smell was horrifying... sickening.

She stopped kicking. She breathed lightly for a while and traced her hands on the form of the coffin. And suddenly she realized where she was. That made her even more terrified. I'm not afraid of small closed spaces. Kelly is. Good thing she isn't here. Good thing I send her away.

Without even herself to understand her breathing became rapid. The air inside the coffin became hot. Too hot. Her hand clutched at her throat as it was starting to burn.

She closed her eyes. Blocked everything out. Like when she was a kid, all alone at some dark place. No one was coming. She should not be scared. Not be scared. She wasn't afraid of the dark. She wasn't afraid of dying. She just wanted it to be as less painful as it could. No one was coming for her. Mockingly she began singing in her mind. We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas...

She searched her pockets and found a pen. A nice blue point pen with a sharp edge.

Every minute that passed her chest was being crushed. Afire. It hurt. It hurt so much.

She felt the damp ground she was surrounded by to her core. She smiled and turned her head on the right exposing the side of her neck. She aimed at the carotid artery.

Everything would be over without any fear, or pain.

She brought the pen down.

And a happy New Year...