Little Emily

Little Emily was wondering in the outskirts of her Aunts Cemetary one snowy afternoon. Her snow boots crunching with every step, and every breath looked as though she herself was a portal for the souls below her to assend to the skies. She would look up and see the heat vapors vanish into the 4pm skies, then all goes black.
Little Emily awakens with what feels to be in a belly of a speeding monster. Now having difficulties breathing due to something around her neck, she thinks "this is a joke right? kuyas pulling a fast one" but the pain in her poking her left arm with every shift tells her otherwise, possibly a toolbox.
Voices are heard through the sack surrounding her head, past the cotton and leater seats that separate her with the ones that abducted her. Within moments the voices form words, words with melody only a boxer with cauliflower ears could understand, "Its too late to appologize, its too late" the sound gets louder with a womans voice attempting to sing over it, "ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE" the voice now seems to echo in her head..."I'm sorry, let me go please, I promise not to tell" but somehow the song answeres her inner monolouge all too well. The car gets wilder and the bumps more violent, then with a sudden screech and a sound like a humpback whale screaming, it all stops.
Few days later Little Emily was back in her Aunts Cemetary, the snow crunches with every step, and the souls of the dead are brought to the skies through the peoples breath that are there for her cerimony. I wonder if Little Emilys was one of them.