Harry opened his eyes with a start.
Unlike before where he would wake up in the bed after each death, this time he was surrounded by darkness and he could not see a thing.
Harry tried to sit up but his forehead struck a barrier, forcing him to lie back down. By the sound the barrier produced Harry seduced that it was likely wood.
Harry was confused as to why it was different this time, he remembers dying slowly to the heat, his bodyhad never felt such pain ever before. It was as if his soul, mind and spirit too were in immense pain.
While doing the whole summoning thing Harry did remember seeing the being disassemble the bed and making a coffin, burying themselves in the ground.
Harry wasn't so sure but he assumed that he is in a place like this because of the being turning the bed into a coffin.
The bed seems to his "checkpoint", does that mean if the bed gets destroyed he won't return anymore?
No, he didn't think so. Because in the previous loop the heat likely destroyed the coffin before Harry died.
It seems to be more like a respawn point to him. No matter.
Harry moved his arms, pushing against the top of the coffin and pushed with all his might. It didn't budge one bit, so he tried harder, using more and more strength, even using his knees ro try and push up the coffin lid.
The soil abovethe coffinwas juat too heavy as Harry couldn't move it.
"Seriously!"
Harry was brave, he didn't have many fears but one of his greatest fears was being buried alive, or not being to able to do anything as he or someone he knows dies.
Harry began to hyperventilate, breathing rapidly, he was spiralling into a full blown panic attack at this point.
His thoughts were clouded with fear, anxiety, nervous and various other negative emotions.
Due to him breathing so quickly and so heavily, the oxygen inside the coffin was quickly running out.
Harry's body began to tremble and jerk violently, his body experiencing a seizure.
Within a few minutes the oxygen ran out as Harry began to suffocate.
His panicked mind didn't think of holding his breath beforeheran out of air, and not long after, Harry died from the lack of oxygen.
Harry awoke again in the same place.
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287 times, that's how many times Harry died in this coffin, 287 times before he was able to overcome his fear andhave control of his emotions.
Each death wasas painful as the last, like in a game, each time he dies he reloads a save, but he himself nevergot used to the any of the pain, even the pain of dying from the lack of air.
"I have to do something!"
Harry began to swing his fists rapidly, desperately striking the lid of the casket, he couldn't put much force to his strikes due to the limited space inside the casket.
*thunk* *thunk* *thunk*
His arm making contact with the wooden lid over and over again, he could feel the wood being dented under his strikes.
Adrenaline coursed through him as his strikes became faster and more powerful.
*thunk* *thunk* *thunk*
But then again, such movements caused more air to be used up by Harry and within a few moments, he began to lose consciousness.
Harry opened his eyes again and began to strike over and over again, as Harry swung his fists, his fists was positioned in a wrong way as they broke upon impact, drawing blood.
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TO BE CONTINUED