Buried Alive

Anne comes home from her friends house. She feels weak. She has been swimming and her legs feel like jelly. She grabs a drink and goes to her room, then Adam stops her. "What you want?" she asks. He grabs her and takes her to his room. There he slaps her until she is red faced, she can't stop it; his anger in on the rage and with a bleeding nose she trips over a foot stool. He picks her up and slams her head against the wall. She falls dead on the carpet, and he kicks her before he leaves. "What the hell my head?" she mutters as she hears a car engine. She is in the back of a car, being taken somewhere; she doesn't know... one blur turns into a shadow and she falls out of the car. She is being dragged through a forest, pulled over a log - is she dead? Being laid on carpet she gasps - she can move! Her fingers move to play with the carpet, it feels soft, but it is moist and damp. It's not even carpet, something crumbly. She looks up. There a heap of dirt is shoved over her and she wants to scream. She scratches with her fingers as she tries not to panic. She tunnels. But one movement just leads to more dirt heaping on her. She wants to scream but she can't breathe, she can't even move, and after a while she gives up and hangs her head. She rests. She thinks she is sleeping but after a while she feels stiff like she is dead. She can't breathe or move, she just leans on the dirt resting; sleeping in a way; Anne then feels a yank, a pull, and she is laid on pine-needles. She is dead, she is sure; but she still wonders about it as she lays there unable to move. She gets thrown to and fro, and then she waits. Sounds turn into hums, then beeps. Anne moves a finger. She thought she was gone, dead gone. She turns her eyes - they feel cold, like they have been boiled and put back in. Anne feels a needle poke her arm and she gasps. She can't turn her head, just her thoughts, and she wonders what is happening to her. Then someone talks, and she can only cry... she doesn't know what they are saying and she doesn't want to listen! Then she moves her head, and she sees people staring at her - doctors, nurses, cops; not a family amongst them. "I live in Hansridge;" she mutters through sore face. "I saw my father, then I began to feel dead; like I was in a car; like I was dead" she mutters. "My name is Anne Murray;" Then it all becomes blank like her thought has just popped, and she drools through her lips as nurse attend to the machines. She feels a pinch, then a drug, she can touch her face - it feels like ice! She excuses herself, then she turns her head; she slips away, and then she is back at home. Anne looks at Adam as he rakes nails through her hair. He talks to cops while he touches her, then he is left alone. Her mother is not there, she is on a trip, she fears Adam, but he pushes her wheelchair into her room and leaves her there. She feels dim. She sits there waiting for him to return, and in a short time he does. "I want to lay down;" she tells him. "Sure thing;" he mutters before he wheels her to her bed and puts her on it. Anne is put on her bed and left there. She grows cold, she grows hot, she grows thirsty; he comes in only sometimes to feed her drugs and soup, the rest of the time she is suffering alone. She feels sad, and crying she gives herself a swarm of misery. "I don't even know the world anymore; what's happened;" she mutters. Adam scoffs. "I'm here you know, you're just so whacked out you can't see me;" he mutters as he stays in a corner. "I'm watching;" he sings before he leaves. Anne shrugs as she suffered a wash of ice cold. "So what?" she gasps. "Just be there then, she if I care, I was dead!" she gasps, as she tries to think but can't remember the grey lines behind wads of furry thoughts. "I was dead some time, and you can't reach me!"