Altered Existence

Altered Existence

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What would you do if you just dug yourself out of your own grave but you weren't you? Warning this isn't a ghost story.
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Summary

What would you do if you just dug yourself out of your own grave but you weren't you? Warning this isn't a ghost story.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

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Submitted: January 26, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2017

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"We must pass through the darkness, to reach the light.” 

-Albert Pike
 

 

Trapped. I was buried in a coffin. My hands convulsing as they search every inch over and over again. Feel something rise seep inside of me, something came out of my mouth, was that spit up? This oblong box was just slightly larger than me. It felt pours and stringy... it was organic and not wood... maybe old wood, not that isn't right, but what is. I try to heave in air but I'm going to asphyxiate myself.  My heart throbbed as a land slide of sweat coved me top to bottom, and the thick air collapsed in on itself, I could hear the blood being siphon and then inject powerfully back and fourth inside of me. My eye burned as I took in musty air. The taste of it grabbed and penetrated my tongue. My mind lets all the questions flow and with another deep breathe, the blood from my head pours and I'm floating away.

 

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I started to stretch side to side taking in air, then scrunching in tight. Thinking the mornings always come too soon. I felt a vibration like a large truck driving by and a gush like water poring. I looked for the light of my alarm clock and see nothing, I sat up a little straighter and hit my head. I felt around as best as I could and then panic laid in my heart started pounding heard like a marble being jerk around in a plastic cup, even strong beats. 

I remember.

 

This is real. No no it isn't and soon I will feel silly.

 

My left hand twitched randomly and I just couldn't seem to catch my breath. this couldn't be what my senses were conveying, but quickly and frantically I kept feeling around, though shaking as if I've had an entire pot of coffee, and twitching like I was on too many meds or not enough, I felt every corner. I was trapped, maybe buried. I started to worry about my oxygen, with deep breaths I could almost taste earth and smell dampness, it reminded me of being by the water near old sea weed with a salty tang. I could feel my heart threw my chest, then a stinging sensation peppered over me, I was losing me again. I told myself this isn't my first scare in life and it will not be my last. My last thought laid on me like a blanket, and I remembered a time when I was swimming near awaterfall and almost got swept away just staring a friend that was obviously not going to help, I thought that was going to have a tragic end as well.

 

It is funny how such a horrible even, one I didn't think I would live through and certainly thought I never wanted to think about again could center me. There were certainly more incidence in my life to think of but I think I'll just save them for now.

 

Stop. Breath. Calm down, panic has never helped anything. It didn't work, I couldn't catch my breath and I just kept thinking who could have done this to me, who could hate me enough and how, I was not a tiny person I was on the short side but not thin. My odd humor made me think about how someone or a few someone's probably pulled or strained a muscle then I started to hope they broke something too. My head throbbed with thoughts of oxygen deprivation. I could visualize a video shown in biology class that showed the oxygenated blood going into the lungs and deoxygenated blood leaving, but the blood wasn't pumping right in my body and my lungs were slowly shriveling up. My other organs following suit, my body is giving up.

 

Giving up, releasing, exhaling all that was..

 

It's just saying 'fuck it' like the lemmings do when they jump off a cliff during mid life. But then the ideas of poisons enter my mind. Drugged? "Oh my Goooood shut up" I think that was my inner mean girl talking to my inner wimpy one, even though both were scared and beyond confused. Was I ever this confused or out of it before? A hospital stay after a car accident entered my mind but still I had a grasp on reality.

What if I've been poisoned? What kind of poison would it have been? I could see it on a sub molecular level infiltrating my good blood cells, attaching and gnawing on the mitochondria then searching for the nucleus. I was suddenly there I was dodging blood cells then stuck in some gel type stuff. I had never done drugs but suddenly I had an acutely good idea of what it must be like.

Shhh stop, calm down you won't get out of this panicked or with your mind in lala land. No one has ever said they got out of a bad situation panicked.

What now, what if I am buried what do I do. My muscles are twitching like I just went for a run I needed to move to kick my way to do anything. I needed to tell myself I didn't surrender, I had so much ambition I was nick named Caesar at one point, I was like a weed I flourish under undesirable circumstances or even trying to be held down or gotten rid of. If someone were to find me I want them to say, she is clearly a fighter even though they'd probably say man what a way to go or what is that.  Let those thoughts go. I sucked in all the oxygen I could and kicked. It felt like giving a wet box the boot, it didn't go right threw but I felt a wave of optimism. Revitalized I forced another blow from deep inside my bones, I willed all the power in and around me. What was it my teacher has once told me about kinetic energy decades ago, was it use all your body to make a bigger impact? It was worth a try at leas.  I started to recognize some back pain but I suppressed it, any distraction wasn't welcomed. With my hand affixed on the sides and my arms locked I raised both legs I engulfed all the air I could and with all my being I used all my force and kicked for the third time.

 

The coffin broke, not much but there is a crack now I just need to keep kicking. I am bleeding and hurt and I am soaked maybe with sweat but it doesn't feel wrong. I am triumphant, another wave of energy is released one that rivals the feeling of a run or a piece of cake. Naturally it comes to me and I heave in as much dirt as I can before I attempt to stand.

Standing.

The idea of finishing this work cuts the adrenalin, I try not to think of all that can go wrong. My mind is spinning, disconnected I am shaking so that I feel a vibration. Without purposely switching mindset I hold my breath and push up, and push more. I can't breath too well but I feel so close to the surface, I can make it. Only half my body is out my hair is being pulled and dirt and sand and bugs are in every crevice, it's so much weight on top of me but I feel close. It must be the adrenaline but I am pushing threw with more vigor than I ever had, it feels like I am growing as I bolt up. There is light, my vision isn't completely distinct but there is light and now air I feel something akin to pulling the shower curtain open to a cold bathroom. I keep pushing, going up my head is out. Nothing to see, but I smell a damp  musk, close to the smell of a gym after use. Now to get the rest of the way out. My hands are coming out, my arms are stuck to my sides, like I slept on both sides all night. The light is harsh turning into an inferno dissolving into a euphoric delirium.




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