Free Dead in Bed by Bailey Simms, The Complete First Book by Adrian Birch

realize how late it was. He must have heard me typing or something,
because he knew right away that I’d been up on my computer all night. He
doesn’t let me have a lock on my door, so he can just open it. When he looked
in, I didn’t have time to close my laptop or pull my covers over my head. You
know, I’m really lucky that I always keep my Facebook page up, because at least
I had time to open my web browser as fast as I could before he looked at my
screen and saw what I was really working on.
    My dad doesn’t really know what Facebook is or how
it works. I kind of lied and suggested I’d been on Facebook all night. He got
all pissed, and he gave me this lecture about how important it is for me to get
sleep, and how all my friends and me are addicted to the internet .
    So, for my “punishment,” he turned off our internet connection. I know it’s stupid, and it doesn’t
really make sense, but that’s what he did, because I “need to know that there
are consequences” if I “choose to stay up all night on Facebook.” Blaaghh .
    But, luckily, Kyle totally saved me (“Kyle” isn’t
really his name, just like “Bailey Simms” isn’t my real name, but I kind of
have to keep all of this private so I don’t get caught). He’s this really sweet
guy in the class ahead of mine. He’s not exactly my boyfriend, just this really
nice, really good guy I sort of grew up with. Ever since I’ve had to stay home
from school for my treatments, he’s been like my best friend, even if we mostly
just talk on the phone and text.
    Anyway, his parents just got him an iPad , and it has this hotspot thing where you can use it as
a Wi-Fi router. I told him my dad turned off our internet ,
but I didn’t tell him what I needed it for (I haven’t told a single person that
I’ve started this blog). I only told him that I had a bunch of Facebook
messages to respond to, which I did, but really I mostly wanted to post the
next part of my novel.
    He’s so sweet, he didn’t
even ask any questions. He just drove up to my house and parked his car across
the street. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see me. He just called me from his
car and told me he would sit there with his iPad hotspot
turned on as long as I needed to use the Wi-Fi, and then he gave me the
password. I never expected he would do anything like that.
    So, anyway, I just wanted to say thank you,
“Kyle.” You’re really the best. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.
It’s the best part of my day when you call me. I know you won’t read this
because I haven’t told you about this novel or my blog yet. But without you, I
wouldn’t have been able to publish this installment at all. So this one’s for
you.
    …Okay, I better hurry up and post this so he
doesn’t have to sit out there forever waiting for my slow ass to finish using
his hotspot. As always, thanks for reading! I’m @ BaileySimms .
Tweet me! I’m actually kinda nice!
     
    xxBailey



January 20 th , 2014
    2:11 a.m.
Part 3
    Going
Down Six Feet Under
     
    I held my hand up in front
of my face. I moved my fingers.
    I couldn’t see
anything at all. Nothing. I couldn’t detect the slightest hint of movement. The
darkness surrounding me was perfectly complete.
    I tried to keep my
breathing under control. The faster I breathed, the more oxygen I’d use up, and
the less time I would have to live.
    That’s what I’d heard about being buried alive, anyway.
I didn’t see why it wouldn’t be true.
    Not that it really
mattered whether I’d have just a few minutes to live or an hour. One way or
another, this was it. I tried hard to accept that I was going to die soon, that
my life was going to end, that I was already beginning to suffocate. But it
just didn’t seem like it could be real, no matter how hard it was getting to
breathe.
    I reached out and
touched the rough wood only a few inches in front of my face. I could feel its
raw, grainy texture. The scent of freshly cut pine was