Was It Worth It

As the sun rises over an old abandoned church, it shows the messy state it has become.

With its graffiti stained walls, beer cans rolling around its graveyard and gravestones demolished and smashed.

Inside the church is no better, with its benches smashed and burnt, and its windows shattered. Down in the cellar of the church, a cold and dingy place. Only one thing in sight, a coffin rested on a table, the coffin overflowed with dry mud. A discomforted cry escapes the box, a cry that fades into footsteps walking down the stony old steps, walking up to the coffin, lifting the lid to reveal a girl, late teens, blooded, scratched and her hair all tattered and knotted. Sobbing, she looks up, looking down on her is someone who’s face is hidden by a mask, a white mask with a big red mocking smile on its face.



“Jasmine, I never expected to find you here, my money was on Tilly”. Smiley says in a high pitched typed voice.



“PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, I changed my mind I want to go home let me go home.” Jasmine pleads with much emotion in her voice.



“You lose.” Smiley prominences, with his mocking smile, slamming the coffin lid down.



“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” Jasmine scream in the dark.



jasmine fidgets around in the coffin. screaming hoping anyone would here. she then turns stiff as she feels the moving off the coffin. Screaming, pleading with smiley to spare her life. The movement of the coffin comes to a stop as Jasmine feels a thud.

Silent, she pushes upon the tight lid only centemetres above her. scratching the lid, splinters going in her nails, banging on the lid. Jasmine becomes hysterical as it won't budge. Screaming in the dark, she turns on her stomace and pushes her back against the lid, nothing. Silent, all Jasmine can hear is her own breath, heavy breathing fast panicking, but then out of the silence come a loud thud on the lid , then another, than another, it all comes clear to a distressed Jasmine, the harrowing fact is……. Smiley is burying her.