CLARKE'S POV
I am human and that is why coffins scare me. I stood there terrified and I could feel sweat trickling down from under my armpit and also from my creased eyebrows.
I knew there was something to help me but I never for once thought that it was a coffin.
My heart raced in my chest and I just kept standing there petrified as if I had been bitten with a freeze bug.
"Clarke you have to do something,"My brain kept screaming that I should take some action.
I took one deep breath and knelt on the floor next to the brown coffin that was right in front of me.
The coffin was dusty and I figured that it had been there for a very long time.
I wanted to open it but again I thought of leaving it the way I found it. Maybe it was locked there for a reason.
I really shouldn't have snoop
