Desperate, I clung to the coffin's edge, crying uncontrollably. I was too weak to fight back the desperate situation.
They'd drugged me to keep me still, and even if they had gotten me out of the storage room, they were showing me the last vestige of their care—all for Emily.
Heartbreaking sobs escaped me. "Please, Dad, I don't want to die!"
As the coffin lid closed, suffocating despair overwhelmed me.
"Mom, please, I'll do anything. Just help me..."
Mom turned away, a flicker of remorse crossing her face. "Just stay put. Once it's over, I'll make everything right."
"A curse that echoes through the ages. If your death could bring her back, that would be your blessing."
As the coffin sealed completely, Dad's final words robbed me of any remaining strength.
The air in the coffin grew thin, making the sleeping pills kick in harder and leaving me groggy.
I weakly pushed against the lid, but the solid oak didn't give.
Mom looked worried. "Did you double-check with the guru? Are you sure this is safe?"