Trial by Nightmare.

Loneliness, you shouldn't be feeling this as you die. Yet I lay buried beneath the earth. Memories of the people I loved dragging me towards my fate, shouting, cursing and spitting at me coursed through my thoughts. They didn't hit me. They didn't even make me bleed. I would have welcomed a fatal wound. However, killing me wasn't enough, they wanted to judge me. How dare you feel differntly to us? How dare you think your thoughts? A trail by nightmare. Put her in the box, nail in shut. Bury her. They're fingers bruised my wrists as I struggled pathetically. There was no escape. They had thrown me in, crying and begging. The hammers of nails had made my heart beat increase, I had slammed my palms against the wood, blood dripping down from my palms, staining the wood a pink tinge. I felt my coffin tip, screaming I continued to plead pity. They jeered, then stopped speaking. I felt the thunk as I was placed somewhere dark. I couldn't see much light. Sharp bangs hit the lid then. They weren't taking chances, they were burying me in stones and rocks. No way to escape. I was alone to die.