Back To Life

...Suddenly, I gasped for air...
...Suddenly, I can feel my nerves start pumping with blood, my limbs begin functioning again, and I could feel my heart trying to break out of my chest.
  I don't know why, but the fact that I'm breathing just feels wrong.  It should feel great to breathe, but my breathing was jagged and uneven, almost hurting me.
   But, I couldn't see anything.  I checked to see if there was something over my eyes, but there wasn't.  In fact, when I tried sitting up, I hit my head on a piece of wood.    I grimaced, though the hit hadn't hurt that much.  I quickly brought my hands onto the wood and heaved it open, finally satisfied with myself when the wood crashed onto the ground below.  Without hesitation, I sat up to see just what was going on.  By this time, I was really just annoyed.
  As soon as I sat up, I regretted it.  I could tell just by looking that this was a a fancy building I was in.  The lights weren't on, but the walls were made of a fine, polished mahogany and tiles decorated the floor.  But that's not what I noticed when I sat up.  There were two janitors, or at least that's what they looked like, holding their brooms and looking at me with wide eyes.  Their stares made me feel uncomfortable, but I probably stared at them the exact same way.
   Finally, they two of them screamed.  I covered my ears from their high-pitched screeches as they ran away.  But even though my ears were covered, I could clearly hear the both of them screaming, "Zombie!  Zombie!"
   I paused.  Reluctantly, I looked at what I was lying in.  It was a coffin.  I almost screamed myself, but I managed to hold it in.  Why had I woken up in a coffin?
   I rubbed the back of my neck, but my fingers actually fell into a hole.  I took off my shirt, seeing if I could figure out why there was a hole in my body..  I actually did yelp when I saw the that my body was covered in the holes.  Knife stabs, to be exact.  They weren't bleeding anymore, but the marks were scattered along my chest and my back.  Some of those marks probably had gone right to my heart!
   "I swear to ya sir, the kid jumped out of his coffin and just stared at us with his blank, dead eyes!"
   I started.  It was one of those janitors.  And they were coming back.
   I didn't know what to do.  Quickly, I threw my shirt back on and lied back down, pretending I was dead.  What else was I suppose to do?
   I tried to stay as still as I could as the three men walked up to me coffin and looked in, but I couldn't help but feel myself trembling.
   "This boy is dead," said the man in an annoyed tone, "But someone knocked the lid off!"
   "It wasn't us!" Declared one of the men, "It was the zombie!  He threw it off with his brute strength!"
   "Right.  Just put the lid back on."
   Reluctantly, the janitors grabbed the lid and sealed up my prison again.  I still lied still, but I opened my eyes once I knew the men couldn't see me.
   I could still hear them talking outside of my coffin, which is why I didn't move for a very long time.  Even after I couldn't hear them anymore, I was too scared to get up.  What was going on was completely crazy!
   I finally decided to get out of the coffin when it was becoming to hard to breathe.  I again knocked the lid off, but I was careful to put the lid back on once I climbed out.  It was terribly heavy, but I guess I should have been expecting that.  I panted, looking around for some way to get out of this funeral home.
   To my relief, I saw an exit door nearby.  I shakily walked towards the door.  When I opened it, I could feel a blast of icy cold wind hit me, and it made me shiver even more.  What was I suppose to do now?  I was suppose to be dead!
   "Hey, kid."
   I jumped.  Somehow, I knew the call was for me, and I turned around to see who was talking to me.  All I could make out was a shadow leaning against the building, and it scared me more than everything that had already happened.
   I grabbed my shirt and held it closer to my body, hoping he wouldn't see the scars that I had, "I-I-"
   I kept on expecting him to respond, but he never did.  I kept on stuttering, but finally I managed to say something in words, "W-who are you?"
   "Who're you?" The man asked back.
   I paused, "My name is Aaron, but-"
   "Who killed you, Aaron?"
   I looked at him with wide eyes, "W-what?"
   The man reached into his jacket and threw a newspaper at me.  I nervously opened it up, only to see my face on the front page.
   "Did you see the killer's face, Aaron?" The man asked cooly.  It was almost like he had done this before.
   I was skimming through the paper, so I hadn't heard the man at first.  According to this paper, I had been murdered three days ago.
   "Oh um, no."
   The man silently cursed under his breath, "Really?  He stabbed you all over your body and you didn't see what he looked like?"
   "No," I said, still my attention wrapped up by the paper, "A-and if I did, I don't remember."
   Now the man stood up and walked over to me.  He grabbed the newspaper in my hand and pulled it down, forcing me to look at his face.
   I was already spellbound when I saw his hand.  It was a skeleton's hands.  When I saw his face, I really did scream.  What I saw was a not a normal, human face.  It was a skull.