Buried Alive

BURIED ALIVE

BY: AIDEN DYLAN KIRCHNER

It's been 23 years since they buried me alive, hoping that would be enough to kill me. And after 23 years here I am, still alive. But to their knowledge I had died that day after they buried me alive. I could hear the sound of their vehicle leave and thought the coast was clear. I waited until I heard the vehicle leave and than waited a few minutes longer until I heard nothing and I started digging my way out. It took me quite awhile to dig myself out but once I dug myself out I rushed home, packed up everything I could take with me at that time and grabbed my passport. I needed a fresh start and I also felt like I needed to run away. Start a fresh new life where no one knew me, where no one knew my name. A place I had previously for the longest time been longing to go, a place I could call home, because I knew this place wasn't my home and I didn't belong here anymore. I needed a fresh start so off I went, to run away from my demons and to start a fresh new life. I couldn't tell my family or friends goodbye because that could put them in harm's way and for now getting out of the country was the best solution that I could think of at the time.

So I boarded a plane and headed to Germany. Because while my Vater was born in Germany, my Opa had migrated later to Canada and no one there would know who I was. I lived in Germany for many years and loved it but I decided I wanted to travel so off I went to Australia was nice, it was warm, the people were all friendly, carefree and easygoing. Years passed and I still had yet to contact my family and friends.

You see, after I had gotten to Germany, a few weeks later I saw a newspaper article that reported me missing. No one had known that I had been buried alive except those few who had actually buried me alive. I'm sure by now everyone thought I was dead. I could have handled the situation differently but when you are a part of a crime family whose Drug Lord see's no other option than murder, it's better to run or so I thought.

So here I am, 23 years later and still living in Australia, just me and my dog. I decided to give my mom and dad a call. I called my parents house phone and my mom answered. I said, "Hello Mom, it's me". She was frantic and kept repeating, "But I thought you were dead". I told her about how I was buried alive and dug my way out and fled the country and where I was. I told her why I left and she told me the entire crime family had been brought down and they were either in jail or dead. I had missed my family and my friends and decided it was time to go home. I packed up everything I had and my dog and I headed back to the states to reunite with everyone. When I got back I changed my name and my identity. Next time, well, there won't be a next time.