"Where are you taking me?"
"To the graveyard"
"Are you going to bury me?"
"Enough questions! Move!"
"Why are you doing this?"
"I said, be quiet!"
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This is the last conversation I can remember. The last thing I said before waking up in darkness. My initial thoughts were right. He did bury me. He buried me alive. And now I'm here. Stuck in this damp darkness with no way to get out. What did I ever do to deserve this? I was a good person. I helped people.
My hands were cold. I could barely feel my fingertips. The landscape was covered in a sheet of freshly laid snow. I could hear their whispers in the distance. They seemed to be having fun. I couldn't have that. If I wasn't having fun, then nobody should.
Billy was my boyfriend. Or he is my boyfriend. I think. I mean, he is still out there somewhere. Isn't he? We are in love. He will come and find me. I know he will. He must. He just has to! Where is he? What did he do to him?
Where am I? Why is my hair wet? What is this? Blood? Why is there blood? What happened? Sheila! Sheila where are you?
Oxygen is getting low. I can barely take a breathe. Someone will find me. I just have to...
SIGH