It's funny really. most people my age dream of becoming mutimillionaires, popstars, even actors. Convincing themselves that if they make a name for themselves it'll be a life worth living. I mean, I wouldn't say my dreams are any different, the only difference being..

I have to die.

That would be if this damn boy didn't keep getting in my way.

...**...

^^^Life's strange. One second you're living your high life, going to the best parties, hanging with hot chics, not giving a single shit about tomorrow.. then the next you're chasing a suicidal maniac in exchange for your soul back.^^^

^^^Don't get me wrong, sounds easy.^^^

^^^That would be if this damn girl didn't keep running away.^^^

No no no no no no no no no no no no no.

This cant be happening.

I'm not meant to be alive.

I should be dust in the wind right now. Dead.

Instead somehow I'm buried six feet under in a mouldy coffin, surrounded by nothing but insects, cobwebs, dust and.. and a shovel.

"What the-" I didn't recognise my own voice, my throat felt bone dry making it difficult to speak. I needed water but first.. why would someone bury me with a shovel? Was it intentional or some sick joke left by my parents? Keep it together, that's the least of my worries now. The top priority is getting myself out of this mess.

Reaching over to grab the shovel was difficult, not just because of the tight enclosed space but the painful aching feeling I felt everytime I even slightly moved a muscle. There's no way I'm giving up over some aching muscles, grabbing the shovel in one swift movement I carefully positioned it over my body and gathered all my strength to ****** it into the frittle wooden wall at my feet. It took four knocks to break and create a gap big enough for my body to crawl through.

Now all I needed to do was dig myself out.. I let out a heavy sigh "this is going to be a nightmare"

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^^^No no no no no no no no no no no no no.^^^

^^^This can't be happening.^^^

^^^I can't believe what I'm reading right now, "I get kicked off the team if my grades don't pick up.."^^^

^^^"That's tough man, might be time for plan D" he smirked.^^^

^^^"I'm not having sex with Miss Andria for good grades, I'd rather be buried alive"^^^

^^^"That's unfortunate man because I wouldn't mind hitting a peice of that-"^^^

^^^"-dude." To be fair she was pretty fit, but even for me that would be low. That and the fact she had this giant mole on her chin that constantly screamed for attention. My skin crawls just thinking about it.^^^

^^^"Just saying" he shrugged off, "oh, you going to Stacey's house party this weekend?"^^^

^^^"Duh, it's gonna be the biggest party so far this year" plus with all the hot chicks going I'd be insane not to go.^^^

^^^"Great" he turned to leave picking up his jacket, "I'll pick you up at seven yeah"^^^

^^^"Thanks man"^^^

........

It only took hours, but I eventually dragged myself to the surface and onto solid ground. Relief washed over me as a wave of fresh air greeted me softly. I pulled the rest of my body out from the ground and rested against the gravestone.

Looking around I found myself surrounded by graves and withered old trees. Closing my eyes I could hear the frantic squeals of crows and the wind rustling through the bushes, pushing the decaying leaves from off their branches. In the distance I heard the faint sounds of people, village life.

Suddenly all the noise stopped and was replaced by the sounds of screaming and shouting. Gruesome images of blood and death started playing in her mind, blurry recollections of random people and objects kept flashing up. More screaming and crying followed till eventually it drowned out, replaced by cold hands that snaked themselves around my shoulders. I shook violently until..

"Miss excuse me miss? Are you alright?"

Oh it was a nightmare? I don't even remember falling alseep, strange.

"Miss?"

Registering the women in front of her she was taken aback by the bright light in her hand, "pardon?"

"Miss it's not safe to sleep in the graveyard like this, you could catch a cold and your clothes have mud all over them"

"Oh I'm sorry"

"No don't be I understand, it's hard to deal with the losses of our loved ones" obviously noting my confusion she pointed out, "well I take it you're here visiting.." she paused to read the name on the headstone "Laurali Drax?"

"Oh um yes"

"Aw well I'm sorry for your loss, I'll leave you two alone then. Just don't stay out all night yeah?"

"Of course" she watched as the lady walked off back towards the entrance before turning around to read the gravestone.

Laurali Drax, 1959-2016 may she rest in peace and forever watch over us. What the- this isn't right.. this isn't my gravestone. If I was buried in her coffin.. then where is Laurali?