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Part 142 - Another chance

Morning ☀️😘.
Oooh, I was it was Sunday already. I'm getting so fed up with customers and it's only Wednesday :D. Enjoy ^.^

Oooooh and btw!!! I met a future husband of mine yesterday. He was wearing "I'm the real Delirious" shirt. Trust me, I almost fainted! Like, I've never seen anybody with BBS shirt in my country. But he's from London, so this was our farewell :D. It just made my day ❤️❤️.
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(Vanoss POV)
When I finally got to my senses, I opened my eyes. Recalling everything that happened to me, I wanted to cry.

How could I fuck up? I killed that man! Wait, why's it still dark? I have my eyes opened.

I wanted to sit up, when I hit my head immediately. I moved with my arms, touching really close wood around me, I couldn't even bend my legs. My heart raced, as I trying to found out what was going on.

I was in a small wooden place, lying down, unable to move properly. As my hands touched everything around me, I reached for something familiar, a flashlight. On one click, I turned it on.

My whole world stopped at that moment. My heart stoped beating. I was in the coffin, buried alive. My body consumed by panic, I started to bang on the wood, yelling out for help, gasping for the air like a mad man.

I was completely overwhelmed by the worst feelings, the only thing I wanted was get out of there. My tears and sweat completely covered my body, my throat hurt from constant yelling.

After what felt like an eternity, my muscles felt weaker, I couldn't even raise my hand. My hope and my strength left me. I just cried, filled with hopelessness.

How could I fuck up? How did he found out about me? He was trusting me. When did his opinion changed?
So this is truly the end. I'm gonna die like this, in the fucking coffin. Never see Delirious or Craig again. Dying alone is the worst thing in the world.
They counted on me. Delirious knew I wasn't able to pull this off, he didn't want to let me go there alone, but I was so stubborn. I needed to show him I finally belong into his life. And I failed.
And what about Craig? I didn't even say my goodbyes to him. Now that Ohm knows Tyler killed Luke, he's gonna be after them. So maybe I'm the one responsible for their deaths.
No! This can't be the end. This just can't. I haven't said my feelings, I can't die.

I gathered new hope, new strength into my body. Banging, yelling, I tried to get out, or just let somebody hear me. My breath became heavier, I was missing oxygen.

No! I need to calm down, I can't panic. I have to calm down. Calm beaches, nature, birds. At least one thing that fucking shrink taught me. Alright.

I closed my eyes, imagining the beauty of this world. The images quickly changed and I saw my smiling happy Jonathan. This picture was enough to calm me down to the point, I wasn't hyperventilating. To the point, my lips curled into a smile.

I have no idea how much oxygen I have left. But I need to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible. I remember Craig talking about this, about some man buried alive. Why the fuck didn't I listen to him at that time?

I fought back my new tears again, trying so hard not to panic. I knew that was the stupidest thing to do.

What did he say? Please, please I need to remember! I can't die here. He said something with the shirt. Yes!

I had my eyes still closed, too afraid to see the cruel reality. Crossing my arms, I somehow successfully managed to take it off. Opening my eyes, I helped myself to tie the shirt up, so it looked like a bag with one neck hole in it.

Seeing this, filled me with new hopes. Putting my head into the shirt, I was protected from the incoming dirt. I used all my left strength, kicking into the middle of the wooden coffin.

After a while, there was a crack heard, and immediately after a dirt slowly but steadily started to get into the coffin. I pushed to dirt towards my legs. I pushed with my hands into the lid above me.

Moving the dirt from my legs to the unfilled room in the coffin, I somehow managed to sit up, letting the dirt fill that place. Filled with determination, I pushing into the coffin once again, finally being able to stand up.

The dirt was loosened, freshly dug and easily to manipulate. I pushed the dirt above me out of the grave. I climbed out, being able to breath properly. I fell down on the hard ground, tossing my shirt out of the way and deeply inhaling the fresh air.

I wasn't completely fucked up, escaping grim reaper once again. Quickly looking around, I didn't have much time to pity myself. I knew Delirious and Bryce were in danger.

I failed them, but I have another chance to make this right.