Hell's Gift {Completed}

I must think I can fly

Hell finds me. She always does. It has been eight days, thirteen hours, and not enough minutes since her last visit. None of her visits end well. At least not for me.

It is dark at the edge of the woods. And I can only see her silhouette and her eyes. But I know it is Hell. She is unmistakable. The stars and moon are hiding from her because they are not in the sky. The crickets have buried themselves in the fallen leaves. The once sharply cool and crisp air has turned electric and heavy.

Hell stands with her back to the trees. She stands in my way of getting back home. She is standing in my way to freedom. Freedom from her, at least. She has been hunting me for the past three years, two months and eight annoying days. She has been haunting me ever since my mom—well—ever since my mom lost her battle with cancer. Cancer beat my mom, and now Hell is beating me.

The silhouette moves. Her right hand rests outstretched to her side, inviting me to come to her. She wants to dance tonight. But I don't dance well. And I don't play well with others either. She knows that by now. I have been in tighter spots than this before. I have the scars to prove that I can beat her. But tonight I do not have the energy. I do not have the will. Yet she stands her ground. She will not let me pass without a fight. She will not let me get home without first giving me another scar.

I am standing on the edge of a twenty-five foot cliff with the lake below me. But I cannot hear the gentle lapping of its water against the cliff. Maybe the water has retreated in fear of Hell. She begins walking slowly toward me, leaves crunching to pieces under her feet. Her right hand remains outstretched. Hell is nothing but relentless. She is closing in, but I don't want another scar from her. During our last meeting, she left me with a gash down my back four inches long. Needless to say, gym class was very painful for the next four days until it scabbed over.

Hell stops about ten feet from me. She still wants me to dance with her. I look past her to the trees and bob up and down as if I am about to dart to them. I am seventeen and invincible, but I am not stupid. I don't have super speed, so I cannot run past her, no matter how fast I am. My heart is pounding at my chest trying to break out and run away. What little hair I have on my arms tingles with cool, damp sweat. But I am burning up. Did the temperature just rise thirty degrees? Every muscle in my body tells me it is time for flight or fight. But I will not win if I fight. I never win against Hell.

So I do the only thing I can. I turn and jump off the cliff into the water I hope is below. . . .

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