Andys POV
*Groans* "Ugh what the fuck!!!" Those few shots of jack feel more like a 5th of tequila and a ass whooping. I reach up to rub my pounding forehead but my arm hits something hard above me. "Ouch! What the hell is that?" I reach to my left to find my lamp and it hits something hard beside me. (not my lamp) "Ouch! Seriously what the Hell!!" My heart begins to race a bit in the pitch black. I've never been scared of the dark or claustrophobic, but I'm not gonna lie this was mad starting to freak my out. Suddenly I remembered my trusty lighter in my pocket. I quickly reached into my left pocket and my finger wrap around the familiar square shape of my trusty zippo. I pull the lighter from my pocket and quickly strikes the flame. A blinding bright light comes blazing to life. My fear suddenly turns into mass hysterics, because as my eyes adjust to the light of the flame I realize I'm...I'm ...I'm enclosed ...it's..it's...its... a COFFIN!!!!!

I completely spaz out in sheer terror. I kick and punch with all my might but the coffin doesn't budge. My mind is racing my lungs are burning I've got to get out gotta get out, but now tears begin to well in my eyes. "Ok Andy you have to stay calm oxygen is limited and you have to get out so focus!" I move the lighter trying to see if I can tell where the lid might be. Suddenly the flame flickers, at first panic ensues. "No no no please don't go out please!" Then I realized the flame is flickering due to air seeping I realizes that's got to be by the hinge. So I reach up and rip at the fabric. After a few failed attempts the fabric gives revealing the metal hinge I then crouch as much as the coffin will allow to repeat the same steps on the other. After I have succeeded I takes a few calm breaths and centers myself. "Now it's go time." I begin kicking the hinge at first nothing is happening, but after the 3rd or 4th kick I feel something hitting my leg. I strike the lighter again and see dirt falling through the hinge.

A big amount of joy and fear rush to me equally, because one it's working but two if I don't work fast the dirt will fill the coffin and bury me alive! Manically I kick with all my might and the lid buckles as dirt begins to pour in I then begin to work on the top hinge and punch with everything I've got. The dirt is coming in faster and faster suddenly the lid gives and dirt cascades down on me and adrenaline rushes to me. I lunge forward through the downfall of dirt and climb. Digging my nails into the cold crumbly earth; my muscles are screaming my body begging me to stop. The dirt seems to be falling endlessly and I'm so tired, so weak, but I can't stop now not here. I grit my teeth and though my body objects to every move I continue on and suddenly as I reach up there is no more earth. I feel around and grab something cold and hard but solid. I grab the side and my muscles ache, but I pull my other hand free and breaks through and finds the same object. Together they pull and my head breaks free as I gasp a huge gulp of air, and my feet push against the 6feet of loose dirt below and finally I'm free of the hole. Tears flow from my eyes a silent sob leaves my lips. "How did I get here, how did this even happen?" But my mind can't focus. I'm in so much pain so so so much pain. I wipe my eyes with my shaking hands and I glance at the object I used to break free, it was my headstone.

Andy Dennis Biersack
December 26, 1990 - April 6,2014
Beloved Son and Friend
Gone but never forgotten

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