The Riser Saga by Smith Becca C

Author:Smith, Becca C [Smith, Becca C]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Red Frog Publishing
Published: 2013-10-19T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Saturday December 4, 2320

“Don’t panic,” Roberta’s voice called out in the darkness of my dreams.

Panic about what? I couldn’t seem to open my eyes. I was in that comforting half-sleep mode where I didn’t want to wake up yet, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t quite think clearly. My head started to hurt and wait a minute…

…Why was I lying on the ground?

I opened my eyes.

It wasn’t ground. It was metal.

A metal coffin.

Short quick gasps. That’s all I could get into my lungs. It wasn’t enough. My head started spinning. It felt like I stood up too fast, but I was lying down. Breathe. Breathe. I couldn’t. I couldn’t!

I flailed my arms in the darkness only to hit the coffin’s metal roof and walls. I kicked my legs only to smash my knees on the ceiling. I tried to sit up only to whack my head.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

No air was reaching my lungs.

I…

I…

I…

Blackness.

“I told you not to panic,” Roberta’s voice cut through the darkness again.

All of a sudden an oak forest materialized around me. It was the oak forest near my trailer park. One of the places I would go to read a book or just be by myself. I was instantly calm as I looked down at my hands and legs and stretched them in the crisp autumn air.

Roberta appeared in front of me. At least it looked like Roberta. Roberta of the past before all her surgeries and injections. She was actually quite beautiful. Like a pretty version of my father. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and her midnight color eyes didn’t hold the same kind of cruelty they normally did. It was strange and comforting seeing Roberta like this. Like a human being.

“I’m taking this form to keep your heart rate down, and besides…” Roberta primped herself, “This is how I looked when I was young and beautiful. If I could look like this forever…” Her eyes stared off in to the distance, sad. Then she re-focused back on me. “Never mind all that. Now, I know you hate me, but I’m going to get you through this. Do you understand?”

Through what? I was in my old oak forest. This was great. Why would I want to leave here? “What do you mean?” I asked.

“Oh boy.” Roberta walked over and studied my face for a moment. “Denial, I see.” She sighed. “Well, it’s better this than putting yourself into a coma. It’s a start.”

Huh?

“But I’m home,” I said in confusion. What was she talking about, denial?

Wait.

How did I get here?

I’m not really here.

It came back to me in a flood.

Tied up. Ryan’s eyes. Metal coffin.

Buried alive.

I started to hyperventilate.

“Okay. Calm down.” Roberta placed her hand on my back. I shrugged her away.

The last thing I wanted was comfort from the woman who killed my mother, and laughed at me when I was in pain, and…

“Get away from me,” I practically snarled.

Roberta stepped back. “Your basic instincts are kicking in.

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