Read the beginning of the story in ‘The Awakening’.
Suddenly, there was a distant noise. Not very far away, close enough to hear different voices discuss about things she could not hear. They approached, and she hated to feel the soft flower of hope blossoming again in her chest. Once more she placed her hands against the wood and started to bang her fists against it, screaming until she thought she would eventually die of a shortage of breath. The voices still approached, and the tone of their conversation didn’t change. The flower of hope started to shrivel a little already in her chest, and she decided to stay calm and accept the faith she had been given. Until there was a muffled thud above her, the sound of digging shovels into the wet earth. Her heart rejoiced with every thud that came closer to her coffin. But it also proved she had indeed been buried alive. The anger and incomprehension of such a mistake felt faint and almost unreal by the relief and joy she felt, knowing her solitude had come to an end. The loud cracks of the shovels scraping over the wooden surface were more welcoming than repulsive, and she felt the nearly uncontrollable urge to sit straight up again. The coffin squeaked and moaned under the harsh movements of her saviors. And then, finally, the blinding sunbeams of another morning here, alive.
But something had changed drastically, and it changed everything.
The night before had been a blur. She never really wanted to go to the party, and if it hadn’t been for her friend Angela keep asking if she’d go, she probably would’ve stayed home and watched some TV. But she had to admit that it was their last year in high school, and the last time in a long time they would have the time to meet up and have fun with all the old friends and foes alike. Angela had insisted in getting ready together, so they met up at 9 sharp to do make-up, to fit some dresses and to try to prepare themselves for the great night to come. The house of the friend who hosted it all wasn’t far away, so they went on foot together, both with a purse and extra shoes to prevent aching feet or soreness in the morning. They had laughed the idea away first, but she was so glad she felt her loyal sneakers against her side when she walked on the uncomfortable heels to the party. Coming to think of it, she didn’t have a clue where either of her shoes had gone to, but she couldn’t remember everything yet. It still felt like she had to watch through a thick fog to see her own memories. And right now, she was more occupied with what she did see above her, and with what had changed.
She had never felt so compelled to stay inside this coffin.