Laying deep under ground the air grew thinner. The walls closing in on me, and my chest becoming tight. I could hardly think from all the commotion going on. The only thing I could do was scratch and kick until even a speck of light seamed through the thick layer of soil and muck. The desperation was unbearable, my finger nails bloody from tearing at the cloth of the coffin door. I was six feet under the ground, no one could hear me scream, or see me struggle. I was nothing but dead to them.