Bury a friend- Billie Eilish

Brooke

CHILD OF THE NIGHT!

I awoke in a state of disoriented confusion, my senses assaulted by the heavy scent of damp earth and the suffocating closeness of the space around me. As consciousness clawed its way back, I realized I was enveloped in utter darkness. Panic seized my chest, constricting my breaths into shallow gasps. The air inside the confined space felt thin and stifling, like the remnants of a nightmare refusing to release its hold.

"Where am I?" I whispered into the void, my voice barely audible, lost in the oppressive silence. No response came, only the distant murmur of voices, distorted and incomprehensible.

My fingers grazed the coarse surface of the coffin, my touch confirming my worst fear – I was trapped inside a wooden prison. Panic surged within me, and my heart pounded against my ribcage. Desperation urged me to find an escape, driving my trembling hands to explore the confining walls. My palms met unyielding wood, and reality hit me like a sledgehammer – I was entombed.

Is this is a sick game?

Fingers shaking, I continued to probe the walls, seeking any irregularity, any crack or crevice that might offer a glimmer of hope. That's when I felt it – something cold and lifeless. I recoiled in horror, my breath catching in my throat. My fingertips brushed against bones

What the fuck is this?

My eyes fixated on the grisly sight before me – the remains of another soul, its bones twisted into a grotesque semblance of humanity. The hair, once vibrant, now clung in ghostly white strands, roots stained a vivid red.

Murder? Was she murdered? Who is she?

Disgust clawed at my throat, threatening to choke me. But then something glinted, catching my eye like a distant star in the night sky. My fingers found their way through the ribs of the lifeless skeleton, I felt an odd mixture of repulsion and fascination. The sparkling pendant, hanged around its neck like a cruel mockery of beauty. For a moment, I hesitated, questioning the morality of taking something from the dead.

Fuck that. This shit is worth billions of Shekels.

I snatched the pendant, my fingers closing around it with an almost desperate urgency. Its icy surface sent shivers down my spine, yet its brilliance illuminated the coffin with an ethereal glow. Quickly, I put the chain around my neck, the diamonds now nestled against my skin, a stark contrast to the morbidity surrounding me. I hid it beneath my dress, close to my heart, as if shielding it from the harsh reality I found myself in.

The coffin felt like a prison, its walls pressing in on me. "Is anyone out there?" I called out, my voice hoarse, the words fading into the dense darkness. There was no reply, only the hollow echo of my own fear.

I heard a faint creaking, the sound of wood shifting against wood. It was followed by the muted voices growing louder, their cadence indecipherable. "Help!" I shouted, desperation lacing my voice. "Please, someone, help me!"

The world shifted violently, and I was weightless, plummeting through space. The impact was a jolt to my senses, the sensation akin to falling from a great height. The coffin had been thrown, discarded like an unwanted relic. The splash of water echoed around me. Cold dread gripped my heart as I realized I had fallen into a river. The knowledge of my watery grave sent shivers down my spine, and my mind raced with the terrifying possibilities. The water seeped in through the seams, creeping closer with every passing second. "No, no, no!" I screamed. Not the dead body water.

My hands scrabbled at the wooden confines, nails clawing desperately, seeking a way out. But the wood was unyielding, my efforts futile against its ancient strength. The water rose steadily, a relentless force that mirrored the dread in my heart. "I don't want to die like this!" I wailed, my voice raw with terror. Time seemed to stretch and contort, the seconds feeling like eternities as I fought against the cruel inevitability of my demise. "Somebody, please!" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "I want to live!"

You don't deserve to live. Bailey's voice echoed in my head.

My struggles grew feeble, my movements sluggish, until at last, I succumbed. The world faded away, and I was engulfed by the icy embrace of the deep, my last breaths lost in the silent symphony of the river's depths. The serenity of the water enveloped me, a cruel contrast to the frantic struggle that had come before. The confusion of my identity, the terror of my demise – all dissipated in the silent embrace of the river, leaving only the echo of a lost soul in the dark.

CHILD OF THE NIGHT!

Under the ethereal glow of the moon, I found myself standing on the outskirts of a something that looked like a forgotten village. The well before me, weathered by centuries, stood as a sentinel to a time long past. Its waters whispered secrets of ancient days, echoing the tales of generations. As I peered into its depths, darkness swallowed my gaze, a mysterious void that seemed to stretch into eternity.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of trees, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the night sky. The scent of blooming jasmine wafted on the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Fireflies danced in the obsidian night, their luminescence painting the surroundings with an soft glow

I walked further into the heart of the village, the cobblestone pathways bearing the weight of countless footsteps from eras gone by. The village seemed frozen in time, its rustic cottages adorned with ivy-covered walls standing as silent witnesses to the passage of centuries.

In the distance, a dilapidated mansion loomed, its silhouette haunting against the backdrop of the night. I approached cautiously, drawn by an inexplicable force. The creaking of the door seemed to echo through the village, announcing my presence to the spirits that lingered within.

Stepping into the room, I found myself amidst a gathering. Two women, their faces etched with emotion, engaged in a heated conversation with.. The king?

Mom?

My mom's eyes filled with defiance, rebuffed his advances. "You don't love me," she retorted, her voice sharp with conviction. "You just don't like the idea of me loving your brother"

The king's eyes, a storm of conflicted emotions, met hers. "I love you," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Can you not see the depth of my feelings?"

"I am in love with your brother. Not you"

My father was the brother of the king?

The king's temper flared, and in a fit of rage, he slapped her. The sound of the blow echoed in the room, a harsh reminder of the power dynamics at play. The other woman, wearing a green dress that seemed oddly out of place, swiftly moved to mom's side, shielding her from further harm.

"Prince Maxon! Please calm down. If King Madon hears of this he'd have you executed"

"Ixabia don't" my mom whispered "step back he'll hurt you"

My breath caught in my throat as I noticed the pendant hanging around the second woman's neck. It was identical to the one I wore, that of the dead woman in the coffin. This pendant belonged to Ixabia

"Seen enough? Child of the night?"

Startled, I turned, my eyes wide with fear, and there it was— the creature appeared once more, a haunting blend of human-like features and nightmarish distortions. Its eyes, though still unsettling, held a glimmer of recognition. The spider-like limbs were there, but they seemed more controlled, less chaotic.

Its face, twisted and disturbing, bore a strange resemblance to human features. Hollow eyes glowed with an unsettling intelligence, and a smile revealed sharp, needle-like teeth. Matted, dark hair clung to its ashen skin, and its spindly limbs moved with an eerie fluidity.

This twisted semblance of humanity made the creature even more terrifying than the last time. It was as if it had taken on a distorted version of human form, a chilling mockery of what it meant to be human. Despite the distorted features, its gaze held a malevolence that seemed to seep into the very essence of the dream.

"Child of the night, you shouldn't be here," it whispered, its voice a chilling echo in the depths of my mind.

"Why not? It's not like I come here willingly?" I yelled. Desperation clawed at my throat as I pleaded for release from this nightmarish cycle.

"Wake up, child of the night"

I jolted awake, disoriented and bewildered. Where am I? My eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, landing on a single bed. Questions flooded my mind. What the hell? Where was I? Is this another dream?

I pinched myself, hoping to feel the sting of reality. No, it can't be another dream. This felt too tangible, too vivid.

Suddenly, the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs wafted into the room. My stomach rumbled in response, reminding me of my hunger. I followed the scent to the source and found a boy with ruffled hair and piercing green eyes. He was shirtless, his casual demeanor contrasting the surreal situation.

"Prince Michael of the 5th grade?" I stammered, trying to make sense of the situation.

He grinned mischievously, holding a pan containing frying eggs. "Brooklyn, you're finally awake. Are you hungry"