This is a story, the story of how I died.

I was attacked
everything went black, not sure how long I was out
woke up but surrounded by complete darkness
hot, hard to breath
couldn't move.
I remember I was panicking, struggling, not keeping still
something hit my face, grainy
felt like sand.
It dawned on me, I was buried alive
I couldn't stop screaming, I couldn't think clearly
maybe if I did I'd still be alive.
I found it harder and harder to breath
constant panic
I just remember thinking, why?
I've never hurt anyone
I'm about to die, tears poring down the side of my face
why me?

It's hard to explain what waiting to die feels like
but at the time I felt
Hope that I'd be rescued
Anger
Sadness
I could feel my eyes getting heavy
I was falling away
like trying to stay awake when you're falling asleep
it was a losing battle.

I finally took my final breath
one remaining thought
I will tell my story but so many will never get to tell theirs
my eyes closed, my brain shut down, and my spirit left
I had died