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I decided it must be day three. I didn’t sleep, but my instincts told me it was a new day. I wasn’t going to fall asleep, not when the man with the rimmed hat was still out there. He was either poisoning my thoughts with toxic gas, or he was a demon. If his arm really did come off and attack me like that, then he could only be a demon. I never thought demons were real, but I know what I saw. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could almost relive the experience of being smothered.. So I made the decision that my eyes were staying open. The feeling began again and it drew my attention towards the top of the box, which I couldn’t see anymore. The holes, they were gone. That explained why I felt smothered. How long had they been gone, and how? I never heard them been filled in and I hadn’t slept, I was sure of it.
I decided it was time to try to alert someone. I banged on the top of the box with my fists. I called “help” over and over, before my words turned into screams. My throat began to feel like someone had used a cheese grater on it. My lungs were refusing to take in air, probably because there was no air for them to take it.
Day three, I don’t wake up in a box
Because I never went to sleep
But I’m still in the box
Now the holes are gone too
And I finally call out for help