My eyes are closed. I can't move. I hear loud echoing voices above me, speaking of how much they will miss me, of how I was to young, of how I meant so much to them. I know none of it is true, I don't even know half of the people here, let alone will I be missed. There are so many fake tears, but they might be real. How would I know? After all, I am the one in a coffin. And to think it all started the other night with a dream.
* * *
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
I awoke, but I really did this time, drenched in sweat. "It was just a dream," I thought out loud, sighing with relief.
This had not been the first night I had that same dream. In fact, it had been happening for weeks now. It always ends right before she rips out my heart, taking my life along with it. I know it's a strange thought, but I feel like if it finishes, and I die in my dream -if that is what it indeed is, and it is not some other dimension- I will never wake up again.
* * *
That night I collapsed into bed and fell asleep quickly, forgetting all about my horrible dream until it began again. The she-demon pushed her nails into my body and at the same time quieted my screams with her free hand, all the while the alarm clock flashed 12:07.
I awoke from the dream into another dream. The alarm clock told me it was 12:06, and the closet door began to creep open. I, however wasn't scared. I knew I would wake up in just a moment. I waited, watching her rotten, green, unnatural colored, diamond cutting fingernails slowly open the closet door. "I'm not scared of you!" I called out into the shadows, lying just a little bit. "I'm about to wake up anyways," I said, even as she widened the doors, inch by inch. I tried to sound confident but even I heard my voice shaking. Why am I not awake yet! I've never gone this far before! I thought to myself, now seeing the rotten, dirty skin of her arms making their way out the door, yet I remained in the realm I feared. I had no choice but to watch as 'it' came out the closet, after it's arms came the, bloody, matted chest. After 'its' chest were the broken, scaly, twisted legs. Finally, came the horrible head. 'Its' nose was twisted and broken, 'it' had black pits for eyes and a horrible, knowing smile.
She took one step out of the closet, making a sharp noise on my wooden floor boards. One step after another, she came closer and closer to my bed. She trailed her nails along the wall, making a sound like nails on a chalkboard, always moving forward, bringing me closer to my doom and demise.
"What do you want from me!" I yelled, not even trying to hide my fear. "What have I ever done to you!" I shouted again, shaking and trembling all over. She just laughed a horrible, gruesome laugh that shook the earth itself.
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams, only this time, I didn't wake up, this time I was stuck with my fate.
I felt the life fade out of me. Everything went dark, as if the sun had chosen to never rise but to drift away to another solar system. And I was cold, oh so cold. There was not an ounce of warmth left in my body. This all was happening so fast, but in my mind, it felt like it took place over hours and hours. I could still think and I could still hear, but I could not seem to do anything else.
* * *
My funeral is today, in fact, it's happening right now. I was found by a neighbor coming to invite me to a Halloween party. I hear the priest talking about how I died peacefully in my sleep, I guess they didn't look at the marks on my chest. I hear soft thuds on my coffin lid, They must be throwing down flowers, that means the funeral is almost over, I thought. I heard shovelfuls of dirt fall on top of me. There were sobs getting fainter and fainter. I will soon be but a whisper of wind in their minds, being forgotten more everyday. I can't move, breathe or speak and it's so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.