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Music blasts through Nathan’s earbuds…
He looks up at the ceiling of the coffin
The only light coming from his iPod.
He thinks… about Kelly, his mom, how starving he is… and just how shit his life is.
He sighs and continues to listen to his music.
Then the music turns off.
The complete silence coming from the coffin rings in his ear
“Fuck!” Nathan says trying to turn his iPod back on
The screen is completely dark, and he can’t see anything.
He groans in frustration as he frantically presses the power button of his iPod
He gives up and drops it…
The sound echoing through the small space of the coffin
He takes a long deep breath, the silence being so loud in his ears he can hear his own breathing…
His heart beat picks up the pace.. like he’s panicking
His thoughts race fast with many different things…
The coffins is so fucking hot…
Curtis didn’t turn back time! Didn’t he care about me at all?!?!
Did anyone cry at my funeral?
My mum is probably crying
I’m being dramatic… people go through worse things
Did Kelly ever want to shag me?
I probably look like shit right now
I’m so hungry
Stop acting like this is a serious thing!
I’m not scared!
…
I’m not scared…
I’m not fucking scared!
…I’m… not… scared.
his thoughts race like crazy
His heart beating out of his chest
The coffin completely dark and silent
He gasps for air, he closes his eyes tears falling down his cheeks
His sobs filling the air
More thoughts raid his brain
STOP BEING SO DRAMATIC!!
You look like a pussy.
Imagine if one of the others saw you like this
He tries with all the strength in his week body to stop crying
The strangled cries and gasps for air continue to fill the coffin
He tries to put his hand in his trousers…
Thinking something sexual will make this panic stop
But the thought of sex right now makes him feel this weird feeling in his gut…
Like guilt… or disgust
He starts to calm down…
He looks up and thinks to himself
You're such a pussy for crying like that…
You're so dramatic.