1A drowsy silence fills the room. Tears fall, roll, slide, and tumble down the faces of people - mostly family and friends - who don't want to be there.
Of course, no one ever wants to be at a funeral.
The dead may not mind. but those of us still breathing do. I can't decide why I'm here. I'm not even sure where I am. Things are so unclear to me. My vision must be going again. or maybe I just forgot to put my contacts in again. Like I said, I really don't know.
I hear murmuring in the background; the shuffling of chairs and movement of feet permeates the air now. They're getting closer, the noises that is. I hear voices now, I think. They're muffled and I can't make out what's being said. or more importantly, where I am. but why am I here? and in addition to that, how did I get here? I really just don't know.
The noises are even closer now. They're no longer the soft, tear-filled noises, though. They are harsh, almost uncaring. I feel the people with the hard voices life me up, but they aren't touching me. This can't be natural, can it? I know I'm moving; I feel it. They run me into a wall and laugh.
"That's not very funny!" I yell but no sound escapes my lips. When did I lose my voice? I don't know that either.
I'm thrown down with a soft 'thud;' I knew those people were uncaring. We're moving again, but this time by automobile. I was excited. We were going on a trip! We rode for a long time and the last road we traveled was a bumpy one. Very bumpy. Almost like it wasn't a road at all, actually.
I was taken out of the car. I wish I could see where we were. Everything was dark. The harsh voices joined back up with the soft ones, unless what I was hearing was wind.
There was some loud clanking very close by me, and then I started being jerked downwards. All of a sudden, I could see again! Granted, there wasn't much to see, since I looked like I was in a box of some kind.
I wonder how I got in this box. I wonder even more why I am in here.
There is one last 'thud' and then what sounded like rain on top of my box. It came in weird intervals and all at once. Then I realized that I had a serious headache.
I tried to sleep, but the rain kept me awake. Not to mention all the thoughts that were running through my head.
All at once, everything came together and I realized that my box was not just a box, but rather that it was a coffin and I was being buried. ALIVE!
I started screaming and beating on the lid. I did this until I could no longer hear the dirt hitting the lid. Then I wondered what would actually kill me: starvation, dehydration, or suffocation. I thought it would probably be the latter, but I really didn't know. I also wondered what it would feel like, and realized I didn't know that either.
But I would find out soon enough.