Six Feet Under

Gasping for air, Jules' lungs felt like they were full of dirt. She opened her eyes, seeing nothing but darkness. She screamed for help, but her voice was gone. She felt her surroundings; her hands pressed against what felt like wood. Immediately she began to panic. Her worst fear had come true; she had been buried alive. She kicked and banged on the box as loud as she could, but no one was around for miles. Her soft voice shrieked as her lungs were still fighting for air. She began punching the box, causing her hand to throb; she kept punching until her hand began to bleed. A small hole in the box cracked open, and dirt slowly poured in. She began to punch harder until she could claw her way up, and the dirt filled her mouth. One hand sticking out of the unmarked grave, then the other, she grabbed on the grass and pulled her body through. She could barely stand up.