Mom hurried over to hold down the lid. "Yes, quickly, before she breaks free. If she does, the guru's spell might fail, and we can't let that delay Emily's spirit."
Despite the thick wood between us, their cold words felt like knives stabbing into my heart.
My screams were heart-wrenching. "Mom, it hurts—I can't breathe. Please, save me..."
"Quit your drama, Sarah. Wasn't killing your sister enough? Now you want to disrupt her spirit too? We're asking for such a small thing, and you can't comply. How did I end up with such a cold-hearted daughter?"
Dad came back with nails, each hammer strike echoing like it was hitting my soul. "Sarah, you owe this to your sister. Just stay put, and in seven days, you'll have everything. No more Emily to compete with for our love."
My voice was barely a whisper amidst the despair.
Love? Did I ever really feel what it was like to be loved?
After securing the coffin with nails, they tapped it firmly, satisfied only when it felt solid.
My face was wet with tears mixed with blood.
Trapped in the pitch darkness, I couldn't tell if it was day or night. Time blurred as I lay there, my fingernails broken, scraping helplessly at the lid.