Some things are better left buried and forgotten.
That was my belief. At least, before I ripped my fingers apart trying to claw my way out of the box. Even my voice is hoarse from screaming. I thought there wasn’t supposed to be enough air in here to last?
It doesn’t matter. I just wish they would’ve buried me in a bag or something like that. The weight of the dirt would’ve suffocated me long before I woke…
Jimmy turned toward Pete. “Writing.”
“So, you’re bored, right?”
Jimmy made a note to change his story to Pete’s perspective.