What happens when you die? I mean, really die. You are put in the ground with other dead things and your body starts to decompose. Do you go anywhere? Heaven? Hell? Are you in pain for the rest of time or in such happiness that all the pain of life fades away? Do you know? Does any one know? I'm here to say…I do.
I opened my eyes to complete darkness. I blinked a few times trying to clear my vision. "Where am I?" The words came out corse and ruff, as if I hadn't used my vocal cords in a while. I reached up to rub my eyes, but I could barely move my arms. It felt like they had bricks tying them down. I tried to sit up, but my body could hardly move. My muscles screamed out in pain, as if never been used.

I gave up trying to move and let my head fall back down on to a soft pillow. I just lay there for a few minutes, flexing my fingers, trying to wake up my muscles. When my arms felt lighter, if lifted them again and my hands ran straight into the ceiling, but they weren't even fully extended. I pushed out to the sides, but they were closed in too. I pushed up by my head and down by my feet, but it was like a box built for one person.

I felt trapped. Like the side were closing in on me. I pushed at the top of the box, but it wouldn't budge. I scraped at the cloth that covered the interior till my nails came in contact with solid wood. I punched it over and over, trying to get free. I felt the skin on my knuckles break, and the blood run down the back of my hand. Finally a peace of the wood came loose and I pulled it down, but something else came with it. It was soft and cold and loose, like dirt. Some got in my mouth and I discovered that it was. I was under ground!

I pulled more and more of the dirt down into, what must have been a coffin…my coffin, but it just kept coming. With newfound strength, I pulled myself up and pushed my head through the hole and into the dirt above me. I pushed, clawed and scraped the dirt from above me as I fell into the coffin and the space I had left behind me.

I held my eyes closed, though it was still pitch black, so to keep the dirt out of them. After what seemed like years I shoved my hand up and broke through, feeling nothing but a soft tickle against my wrist. I put my hand down on the soft grass and levered myself out of the ground, gasping for air. I just lay there breathing heavy for what seemed like many hours. When I finally looked up, I could now make out a few shapes and light around me. They looked like street lamp far off in the distance. When I looked up I could see a large round light that must have been the full moon.

As my eyes adjusted, I looked around me on the ground. There where several stones and mounds of dirt surrounding me. When I looked at the grass covered mound that I had just emerged from, there was also a stone at its head. Moving closer to it, it read 'Rayian Smith, 1988-2005.' And beneath it was written, 'The last of a long line and a great family. May she rest in peace and her last words be cherished. "It is not the end, till it's over." We shall miss their family.'

I ran my fingers over the letters. "Rayian?" I picked up a picture that leaned against the grave stone. A girl looked back at me and smiled a sort of half smile. I turned it over and read what was written on the back, worn be the time it had sat there. 'Rayian, October 29th. Two days before her birthday…Two day's before the accident.' I looked at it for long hard seconds, thinking as hard as I could.

"…Who am I?"