{"id":4172,"date":"2020-06-08T10:36:19","date_gmt":"2020-06-08T17:36:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/?p=4172"},"modified":"2020-06-10T09:20:44","modified_gmt":"2020-06-10T16:20:44","slug":"it-all-gets-buried-in-the-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/?p=4172","title":{"rendered":"“It all Gets Buried in the End”"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Fan Fiction Written Sadie West<\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Short blurb<\/em><\/strong>: Set early in season three, Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews receive coded clues to find their \u201cmissing knight\u201d from a sick griffins & gargoyles player. It begins a desperate search for Jughead Jones before time (and his limited air supply) runs out.<\/em><\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jughead Jones tried to control his breathing as he repeated the mantra over and over in puffing whispers of breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

#<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis doesn\u2019t make any sense.\u201d Betty Cooper complained as she paced Archie Andrews\u2019 living room, her blonde ponytail dancing nervously behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie didn\u2019t have a good answer for her. The note left in his locker at the end of school had no signature or telling marks. Just a plain piece of notebook paper written on in ballpoint pen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To uncover your missing knight, you must speak to the troll under the bridge.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs this more of that griffins and gargoyles crap?\u201d Archie asked, lifting the page from the sofa where Betty had left it. \u201cWhat\u2019s a missing knight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty was on her phone again. \u201cHave you talked to Jughead since school? He\u2019s not answering me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie checked his phone. No messages. He tried calling his best friend, but the call went to voicemail, so he hung up and sent a text instead. Call Betty. She\u2019s worried about you.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, sorry,\u201d he told her. \u201cNothing for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think we should follow the clue,\u201d Betty said. \u201cEven if it is a griffins and gargoyles task, I feel like we should check it out. The fact that Jughead isn\u2019t answering and the note mentions our missing knight is giving me a very bad feeling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure.\u201d Archie shrugged. He had nothing better to do this afternoon since Veronica was busy at work. \u201cDo you know what the clue means?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think so.\u201d Betty grabbed her purse and headed for the door. \u201cThere\u2019s an antique store called the Stone Bridge behind the mall. I\u2019m going to start there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay. I\u2019ll drive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie had never been to the Stone Bridge before. He wasn\u2019t much of an antiques guy unless it had to do with cars, and the shop was a cottage-looking place that had seen better days. Inside the door, a bell tinkled, and the scent of old things and dust wafted over him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan I help you dearies?\u201d called a friendly feminine voice from the counter in the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty marched across the shop with an unspoken tension in her shoulders. \u201cYes. Do you know the troll? Or where our lost knight is?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman blinked in surprise. \u201cI don\u2019t think I understand,\u201d she said, her voice losing that friendly shopkeeper\u2019s lilt. \u201cBut you\u2019re welcome to look through my pewter figurine collection. There are some knights and such in it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty pushed past Archie to a shelf behind the door. Rows and rows of pewter figures stood together. Fairies, dragons, castle towers, and maybe even a griffin or a gargoyle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is it,\u201d Betty called out triumphantly, plucking a troll figure from the shelf. Turning it over, she found numbers drawn on the base in black marker. \u201cI\u2019ll take this one,\u201d she told the shopkeeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once back in Archie\u2019s car, Betty passed him the figure. \u201cIt\u2019s coordinates, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOur missing knight?\u201d he guessed, not seeing much to get excited about. Jug was probably doing his father\u2019s bidding and had turned his phone off. Not a reason to panic. \u201cDo you know how to read coordinates?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she said, tapping away on her phone, \u201cbut I can enter them in my maps app.\u201d After a few seconds, she looked up triumphantly. \u201cHere. They lead to a spot by Sweetwater River. Feel like a drive?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

#<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jughead kicked with all his strength at the bottom of the box. Whoever had knocked him out and sealed him up had taken his boots, but his heel was tough enough to splinter the wood. One more good kick and coarse soil trickled in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was as he\u2019d feared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Someone had buried him alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How long could he survive in a six-foot long coffin?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Think<\/em>, he chastised himself. But all he succeeded in doing was make his head hurt worse than before. He reached up to investigate the cut on the side of his head. The flesh was torn and tender, and his fingers only caused a deeper pain inside his brain. But the bleeding had stopped. All the blood he could feel on his scalp, collar, and the wood beneath him was dry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He checked everywhere he could reach for his phone, his fingers scrabbling over untreated wood and bits of dirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Had he done this before? Had he already searched for his phone? Already tried to break free? His thoughts were so scattered, they were like shards of glass after a car accident. Nothing seemed to fit or make sense anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How long had he been trapped in here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Weakly, he pushed upward on the wooden box. Bits of earth rained down into his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHelp!\u201d he screamed. \u201cHelp me!\u201d The futile effort only stole his breath and caused black dots to bubble up in front of his eyes. \u201cHelp,\u201d he gasped, a single tear forming at the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They\u2019ll find me.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They\u2019ll find me.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will not die in here\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

#<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Betty searched the clearing in the woods where the coordinates had led them, Archie stayed by the car, bored, though he wouldn\u2019t admit it to her. Griffins and gargoyles had never interested him. He\u2019d much rather play a quick scrimmage or toss a ball back and forth than pretend he was a foreign prince fighting imaginary dragons. But Betty\u2019s full attention was on the wild goose chase set before them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cArchie!\u201d Betty\u2019s panicked scream brought him upright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d he demanded, reaching her in three long strides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unable to answer, she thrust her phone at him. He scanned the message, locking one hand around Betty\u2019s upper arm. He wasn\u2019t satisfied yet they weren\u2019t under attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fair lady<\/em>, the text began, your brave knight is losing his breath. Uncover him quickly or his grave you\u2019ll find<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d Archie grumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s from Jughead\u2019s phone,\u201d Betty panted, \u201cbut it\u2019s not him. Archie, you don\u2019t think\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, this stupid game seemed much more important. \u201cYou start calling everyone Jughead knows and find him in case this is some kind of a sick joke. I\u2019m going to look around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty took her phone back with trembling hands, and Archie investigated the clearing, while keeping an ear on her as she called F.P. first. Behind a tree, Archie found a pair of shovels covered in fresh clumps of dirt, and his stomach turned so violently, he thought he might double over and puke up his lunch. But he kept himself under control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tossed the first shovel near Betty for when she finished her calls, and he used his to test the ground, looking for a spot recently turned over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

#<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jughead lay still, too dizzy to move much. Every inhale was a labor, and every puff of breath out made the spots dance. He rapped a knuckle against the side of the wooden box just to be certain he was still trapped because if he let his mind drift, as it was likely to do, he was in Betty Cooper\u2019s living room, lounging on her sofa, her head on his shoulder. If he closed his eyes, he could even hear the silly television show she loved to watch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He blinked his eyes open, not sure how long he\u2019d been dreaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The flashlight at his side flickered and dimmed. Was it a flashlight or his imagination? Or maybe it was his consciousness blinking out. Hard to tell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJuggy\u2026\u201d whispered Betty from his dreams. \u201cOh, my sweet Jughead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His eyes drooped closed until he was back in the fantasy\u2014warm, happy, and with the girl he loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

#<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie dug into the earth, swinging another scoop of dirt to the side. Again and again, his breath coming in gasps and sweat blossoming across his skin. He moved as fast as he could\u2014dig, swing, dig, swing<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou haven\u2019t seen him since this morning?\u201d Betty repeated into her phone, pacing behind him. \u201cThank you. No. If you hear from him, please let me know right away.\u201d There was a scary silence as she called the next person in her contacts list. \u201cVeronica?\u201d she greeted in a panicked little voice. \u201cHas Jughead been at Pop\u2019s today?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie attacked the hole he stood in, widening it a little, stomping on the shovel blade to force it deeper into the ground. Dig, swing, dig, swing<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMom?\u201d Betty was saying now. \u201cHas Jughead come by the house today?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie stomped the shovel into the bottom of his hole and hit something with a thud. \u201cBetty,\u201d he called. \u201cHurry, I need your help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hung up on her mom and took up the second shovel. Together they uncovered part of a wooden box, but too much was still trapped under the ground to open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGod damn it,\u201d Archie swore loudly. With Betty\u2019s help, he scraped and dug at the corners, expanding the hole, exposing most of the lid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJughead?\u201d Betty yelled, knocking once on the wood. \u201cAre you in there? Can you hear me?\u201d There was no answering knock. No raised voice. \u201cWe\u2019re right here, Jug. Archie and me. We\u2019re going to get you out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the tip of his shovel, Archie finally levered the lid off. With a squeal of bending nails, the lid flipped off and disappeared into the dark around them. For a horrifying moment, he just stared into the box. Under a dusting of earth was a corpse that looked a little like his best friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty screamed, one long terrible note, and then fell to her knees. The grief-stricken sound jerked Archie back to the present. Grabbing Jughead by the front of his shirt, he hoisted him out of the box and over the side of the hole, ignoring the dead weight or the way Juggy\u2019s arms and legs hung from his body like lifeless ropes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Archie climbed from the hole, Betty took Jughead\u2019s wrists and pulled him further out, then she was all over him, checking his pulse and breathing, straightening his filthy clothing, smoothing hair off his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not breathing,\u201d she said calmly. \u201cI learned CPR the summer I was a lifeguard. I\u2019ll do what I can.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie wondered if this was what shock looked like. Betty was appallingly at ease as she tilted Juggy\u2019s head back and pinched his nose closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Giving her a minute, Archie called 911 and spouted a brief summary of their problem. Then he pushed the speaker button and set the phone on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019d never done CPR before, but he\u2019d heard it wasn\u2019t very effective outside of a hospital. He wouldn\u2019t say that to Betty, but he kept the worst-case scenario spinning in his head. He touched Juggy\u2019s hand first, just to be sure this was real, and then he laid a palm to his friend\u2019s chest. He was warm. That was a good sign, but it didn\u2019t tell Archie how long Jug had been in that hole. Minutes? Or all day?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty forced three deep breaths into Jughead\u2019s open mouth, wiping tears from her face as she drew back. Archie leapt forward to help, finding the right spot on Juggy\u2019s chest and compressing his ribcage in a staccato rhythm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA little faster,\u201d Betty prompted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he glanced up, she was staring into Jughead\u2019s face, her hand stroking through his dark curls. Looking away quickly, Archie increased his pace, focusing on his friend\u2019s chest and trying not to think of the love and grief in Betty\u2019s eyes as she gazed at her boyfriend\u2019s pale, bloodied face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie counted thirty compressions, and then Betty took over again. They continued the pattern over and over, well past the point Archie felt useful. But he wouldn\u2019t stop. For Betty\u2019s sake, if nothing else. Through her tears, she continued breathing for Jughead, and Archie was not going to be the person who told her to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An ambulance finally found them, followed by the sheriff\u2019s vehicle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKeep up the CPR,\u201d the first paramedic to rush over advised. \u201cTell me quickly what happened to him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Though it seemed pretty obvious to Archie, what with the open grave and all, he said, \u201cSomeone buried him alive and sent us clues to find him. When we pulled him out of the box, he was like this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Archie continued compressions, the paramedic checked Jug\u2019s eyes, pulse, and pulled up his shirt to set up sticky pads on his bare chest. \u201cDo you know if he was given anything or if he took anything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve done a great job,\u201d he said, \u201cbut step back now and let us help him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The second paramedic arrived with a case of equipment and an ambu bag. They activated the defribulator, Jug\u2019s chest flinched once, and then nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAndrews, Cooper,\u201d the sheriff called, forcing them further from Jughead and the gaping hole beside him. \u201cI\u2019ve got a question or two for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re just as confused as you are,\u201d Archie assured, scrubbing tears from his face. When had he started crying? They both gave up their phones and the pewter troll to the sheriff. They were still trying to explain things when the paramedics carried Jughead away on a stretcher and shut him inside the ambulance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want to go,\u201d Betty began, lurching forward, but the vehicle was already pulling away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take you,\u201d the sheriff promised. \u201cWe can talk more on the way.\u201d He radioed for backup to secure the gravesite and then took Betty back by Archie\u2019s house for the original paper note that had started everything, despite her teary protests. By the time they arrived at the hospital, they couldn\u2019t see Jughead, and no one would even say whether he was alive or dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As time passed, more people drifted in to wait with them. F.P.. Veronica. Mrs. Cooper. Finally, a doctor appeared in the waiting room and spoke to F.P., though they could all hear the conversation in the cramped space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour son suffered a concussion,\u201d the doctor explained, \u201cand that coupled with oxygen deprivation left him in a coma-like state for the past few hours, but we\u2019ve been administering the best care possible, and he\u2019s ready for visitors now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At those words, Archie\u2019s heart twanged. Ready for visitors. Was that good news or bad? Was this a second chance for Juggy or a chance for them to say good-bye?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

F.P. took hold of Betty and then Archie. \u201cYou\u2019re coming, too,\u201d he said, pulling them down the hall. \u201cYou saved his life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty wasn\u2019t hesitant in any way. Her bouncing blonde ponytail disappeared into Jughead\u2019s private room, F.P. following a step behind. Archie, though, paused in the doorway, processing before he entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jughead had been dressed in a cotton shift, washed, and stuck full of tubes and wires. He looked pale and rail thin under the white sheet, his hair shockingly dark. Purple bruises seemed very stark under both sunken eyes. An oxygen cannula lay across his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty kissed and stroked him, tucking in a sheet here, straightening chest leads there, while F.P. hung back around the foot of the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not awake yet,\u201d F.P. commented, sounding disappointed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty either didn\u2019t catch his emotion or she ignored it. \u201cI\u2019m going to run over to the gift shop and get some cheery balloons or something for when he wakes up,\u201d she announced. \u201cSo he\u2019ll have something nice to look at. This room is depressing.\u201d In a whirl of white shirt and yellow hair, Betty was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

F.P. sucked in a harsh breath and ducked his head. Horrified, Archie suspected the older man was holding back a sob.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI need a minute,\u201d F.P. mumbled. \u201cStay with him until I get back, okay Archie?\u201d Without waiting for confirmation, the man hurried out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Archie was alone with Jughead. Nothing but the sound of medical machinery between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feeling stupid standing in the doorway, Archie crossed to his best friend\u2019s bed and settled his hip on the edge of the mattress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI really wish you\u2019d stop almost<\/em> getting killed,\u201d Archie remarked as he scrutinized every bruise and scratch on Juggy\u2019s exposed flesh. \u201cIt\u2019s wreaking havoc on my nerves, dude.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jug\u2019s right hand reached out blindly. Instinctively, Archie clasped it and squeezed. \u201cI\u2019m here, buddy. It\u2019s cool.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A pair of foggy, bloodshot eyes opened in slow motion, but didn\u2019t focus on anything in particular.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJughead?\u201d Archie whispered. \u201cYou in there, pal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juggy blinked once and seemed to gain a bit more clarity. \u201cArch?\u201d he croaked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, man, it\u2019s me.\u201d He started brusquely rubbing his friend\u2019s hand until he realized he should be gentler and settled for just holding his cold fingers. \u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAm I dreaming?\u201d Juggy asked, a line appearing between his brows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is real,\u201d he promised. \u201cYou\u2019re in the hospital, and you\u2019re going to be fine.\u201d He prayed he wasn\u2019t lying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not here,\u201d Juggy panted. The machine next to him sped up its series of beeps<\/em> and boops<\/em>. \u201cI\u2019m in a box. I\u2019m not here. I\u2019m in\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Archie sensed a full-blown panic attack coming and impulsively did what he felt would calm his friend. He lay down in the bed, snaked an arm under Jughead\u2019s shoulders, and pulled him tight to his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBreathe, man,\u201d Archie said, rocking him a little. \u201cJust breathe. You\u2019re not in the box anymore. I got you out of the box. This is the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn the box,\u201d Juggy sobbed against his throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShhhh,\u201d Archie cooed, holding him gently and letting him cry. Crying was better, in his mind, than panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A couple minutes of quiet sobbing and Jughead\u2019s body began to relax and grow heavier in his arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it, Jug,\u201d Archie said. \u201cSleep. You\u2019re safe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cArchie,\u201d he sighed, and then seemed to breathe in Archie\u2019s scent from the crook of his neck, maybe verifying this was real. \u201cIn a box\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re out of the box, man,\u201d Archie swore. \u201cI got you out. I found you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He heard a scuffle and looked up to find F.P. and Betty standing in the doorway staring at him, at least two dozen red and blue balloons trailing into the hallway. But Archie didn\u2019t dare move and wake up Jughead. His friend needed to sleep and heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t move,\u201d F.P. whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Betty agreed quietly. \u201cDon\u2019t disturb him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe was panicking,\u201d Archie whispered back. \u201cI was only trying to calm him down. But,\u201d he twisted to see into Jughead\u2019s peacefully sleeping face, \u201cI\u2019m not getting up until he wakes by himself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Betty and F.P. exchanged a glance, but they both nodded. \u201cYes, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As Betty and F.P. found plastic chairs to settle into and wait, Archie exhaled deeply and settled in for a long nap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thanks for reading!<\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

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Fan Fiction Written Sadie West Short blurb: Set early in season three, Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews receive coded clues to find their \u201cmissing knight\u201d from a sick griffins & gargoyles player. It begins a desperate search for Jughead Jones before time (and his limited air supply) runs out. I\u2019m okay. I\u2019m okay. I\u2019m okay. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"\"It all Gets Buried in the End\" Fan Fiction","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[826],"tags":[872,869,705,732,704,706],"class_list":["post-4172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fan-fiction","tag-archie-andrews","tag-archive-of-our-own","tag-betty-cooper","tag-fan-fiction","tag-jughead-jones","tag-riverdale"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","views":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Wkl2-15i","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4172","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4172"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4172\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4294,"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4172\/revisions\/4294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4172"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4172"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/annaabner.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4172"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}