I've Died a Thousand Times

Ezra was in and out of reality.

Sometimes he would open his eyes and see nothing but darkness and hear muffled voices.

Mostly he had the sensation of floating.

Sometimes he felt like his soul was slipping away.

It was when he felt the thin thread straining that they finally opened the box.

A rush of cool, fresh air hit his face. Dark blurry figures roughly grabbed his bony shoulders and pulled him out of the box.

The threw him roughly to the ground, his head hitting the hard marble. He could see its waxed shine before his eyes rolled and he was stuck in darkness again.