By Shreya Shukla
Andrew asked me, why I was breathing so haphazardly I thought to myself I wasn't.I was driving home from work when a cold shiver went down my spine as I saw her sitting behind me through the rear mirror, the bright pink dress looked better on her porcelain skin than it did, when I buried her last week. I jolted myself to saying I just need a good Night's sleep. I went home had some frozen pizza and passed out on the bed.
"I can't sleep", she whispered. Crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold clutching the dress she was buried in. "Just go away I made a mistake what do you want me to do die?" I shrieked out loud.
The last thing I saw was my *clock ticking* 12.07 before she pushed her long decaying nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams "no that would be too easy",she whispered.
I sat bolt upright ,relieved it was only a dream but as I saw my clock flashing 12.06 I heard my closet door creak open.
The next day I woke up in the ER ,after wrestling desperately to move any part of my incapacitated body just to alert the doctors that i was conscious before the operation I was relieved to see that one of the nurses had noticed my pupils dilating from the bright light. She leaned in close in a whisper that ticked my ear and said "you think she doesn't know you're awake?" I couldn't move breathe,speak or hear as the gush of darkness enveloped me I fell into the deep pit of unconsciousness again.
And the next time I woke up, I could barely hear the sound of dirt covering up the coffin over my own screams...