Fell!goth's POV

    Thumping, throbbing, everything shook, making my small but painful injuries hurt and throb. Thumping and thumping upon wood.
    I just.....wanna sleep. Someone make the pain go away. The screeching of nails protesting against moving were being preyed out of wood then following with the sound of creaking. "Wake up" a dark toned voice spoke. I opened my eyes, the moon bright as can be.
    My right eye was partly blind. I look to my left and see a figure. They were shrouded with darkness and the small shape of a crowbar in their hand.
    The detail that I could make out was a hat and two gold stars glistening in the moonlight upon his right shoulder. The fog was hiding the rest of the persons detail....

Fell!palette's POV

    Fu*k! I can't see sh*t!. I growled, clearly startling the person in the grave. Why wasn't he dust though?, who is this person.
    I saw the silhouettes of flowers in the persons... Socket?. I held out a hand for the person, a boney hand grabbing it. I pulled them up, letting the moon shine onto the person.
    My breath hitched, a gasp escaping. It was goth. Am I hallucinating? Is halluciv messing with me?. (Punz -w-)  goth. He rubbed his eye groggily, his feet fighting to keep balance. "W-where am I?...." he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
    It was apparent that he hadn't noticed who I am. The self-centered, cocky highschool jock. He looked in so much pain, his body was shaking from the cold of the night and bruises on his hands and face. Dried blood underneath his nose. A bug or two were crawling up his leg.
    How long has he been there. Goth's legs gave out, his knees bending and falling as I rush in front of him. He landed in my arms as I hug him protectively to my chest. I found him. After three long years. I stroked his skull, forgetting his state of condition. Goth pulled away a bit, breathing in heavily and sneezing. He whined.
    I let go of him and took off my button up shirt and leaving my black long sleeve shirt on. I wrapped the cloth around his shoulders and goth cuddling into the small amount of warmth. I quickly pack up my things and throw the duffle bag over my left shoulder. My hand is placed onto the back of goth as I slowly lead him back to the truck. He looks like he's been through hell and back.
    I open the passenger door and sign him to go in. He steps back, slightly shaking. He still hasn't figured out who I am. His eye was filled with fear, as if he thought I was going to kidnap him. His hands clenched themselves on the shirt, shaking again. He looked so afraid.
    I heard fast footsteps come from the other side of the truck. Jack showed himself at the front of the truck, a surprised expression on his face. This only made goth more paranoid. He stepped back, his body racking with intense shaking. Tears welled up in his eyes, scrunching them up to avoid eye contact. I stepped forward, only making him step back further. The heel of his foot caught onto something as he fell backwards, hitting the gravel below. I rushed over to him, lightly grabbing his hand and sliding an arm on his back. I pulled him up.
    "Hey!, I think we have a blanket in the duffle bag!" I nodded, bringing goth to the truck. He was too afraid to move or jerk away and his eyes were tightly shut. He cuddled into the small warmth of the shirt but decided to ignore my body heat. One of the three flowers in his socket had bloomed a bit more. They were all bulbs, waiting to bloom, and one was starting to open. The dark lavender purple was a beautiful color but I couldn't help but sense a bit of dread in me.
    I lead him to the truck door as I drop the duffle bag. I rummage through it and find a teddy bear decorated, blue childrens blanket.
    "The fu*k, jack!" I yelled furiously. He shrugged with a nervous smile plastered on his face.
    "It was the only thing that could fit!" I growled and pulled it out, wrapping it around goth's shoulders. He seemed to snuggle into the small blanket, his shaking going down and his feet balancing themselves.....

Fell!goth's POV

    I couldn't make out the men's faces, they were moving too quickly. Their voices and the firm grip was an easy guess to find that they were men. How long....have I been in there?. My eyesight is in horrible condition and at this time of night, I wouldn't be able to make out what a fork looks like.
    I guess I could call one of them some sort of gentlemen. He'd help me, using his gentle touch to sooth me. But....it felt familiar, like i've felt the same warmth before.
    My backpack. My eyes widen as I turn back to the graves. I need that letter. I hurriedly get out of the man's grip and sprint over to the place I believe we came. I heard a gasp and footsteps following me. I didn't care, I need that letter. Its the only love i'll ever get.
    I finally found the grave, through the fog even. I glanced through, barely able to make out a thing. Finally, I see a red and mostly black blob in the corner of the coffin. I grab it and flip the top open. My vision started to fix itself, making it easier to look.
    The shadow of a figure appeared in front of me. I turn my head over my shoulder. The green blob approached me with precaution. I quickly grabbed my cloak and the letter. I stood and faced the man. His hand was presented to me as I hesitantly take it. The man starts to lead me back. Why do I feel this sense of....familiarity......