I stand there, the past, present and future in my twisted mind colliding into each other. I had just killed a man...
All I could do was stand there with the most insidious look you could picture on a creature. Creature only because calling someone like me a person was way out of picture, and also out of the one I had created in my bath tub. I star gazed into his eyes, the lifelessness of him, pleased me. After fighting for several minuets, I was the winner, I was always the winner.
I fall backwards motionlessly onto my back not putting out my arms or making any body movement at all, I just fell onto the floor with the same expression gagging from the blast of my descent as a human being. The life from my soul had packed its things and left with disgust. Yet the only thing left was the desperation of death, no second thoughts.
I jolt over onto my stomach again with the same expression crawling away from my own depressing guilt. Agitated, I stumble onto my feet swaying from wall to wall in my house that led down to my front door.
Shaking and crying fearlessly I open the door that I had just lathered with sticky, muddy sweat of my own that ensured me I was taking the place of the devil himself. I leave the door wide open and basically crawl towards the side walk. Using my last breaths and muscle movement I drag myself onto the quiet road In the middle of the night and place myself diagonally in the middle with all my limbs stretched out to my sides.
I look up to the beautiful night sky above me and a soulless tear travels down my cheek and into my mouth, hatred, The taste was revolting and my body pulsed as I remember my purpose. A small broken car races down the road with its full lights on. I look straight towards the light in order to blind myself, I smile and another tear appears in my other eye, again traveling down my cheek and entering my mouth, it drains my once more and my body starts to pulse. The car horn sounds and splat.
Even though I was clearly and unforgivingly dead, the car horn rung in my head getting louder and louder, faster and faster. People say being tortured is terrifying, well imagine being stuck in the same moment of your death for eternity. The same sound being even more bass boosted the more its replayed. I'd say my ears were bleeding but, my whole body was and on top of that bleeding was fire and on top of that was voices it was everything a nightmare had but more, I was indefinitely, in the palace of the devil himself, a place also known as, Hell.
