Sometimes I can’t tell if my eyes are open or shut. Makes no difference in here-both the same results…black-nothing. Not wanting to use up all the lighter fluid, I give the flame a rest. From my sitting position, I feel from side to side, up and down for anything to release me from here. What’s this? I grab my lighter from my pocket again and flick it on. Feeling on the ground towards one side is a small hump. Moving the dirt away with my other hand, I unveil my pistol.
“Great. A lot of good this is going to do me down here. Anyway I can trade it in for a ladder or something?” Trying to settle myself down with a little humor is all I’ve got, but it's not long lasting.
I feel like a caged animal in here, so trapped and alone. I hear the whipping of the wind above again. I feel something land on my head! “Ah!” I jump up on my good leg and grab the lighter from my pocket. “What…?” Shinning the flame, I see a few leaves fall to my side and shake off the ones that landed on me. I end up settling down from the scare and decide to sit back down on the cold earth floor.
I keep the lighter on for an extra minute to get some warmth to my hands and face. Not wanting to run out of the precious fluid, I decide to turn it off again. Again, I’m surrounded by night.
Time ticks by. Is it an hour? Three? 30 minutes? How long have I been in this dirt pit? No sense of time in here, just fear.
“Damn it, get me out of here! I’m trapped in here!” I shout at the top of my lungs. The police must be on their way. They’ll be looking for me any minute now. With that, I give another loud shout just incase they are up there somewhere.
Wait…What is that? I hear something. Something up above…