Ive reached my breaking point. Im beyond my standard feelings, if at all they are to be true. My regrets fill my lungs as I exhale my last breath. Lie aside me my killer. A bottle of prescription Xanax lay beside me, washed down with the sour vodka. Tears leave a trail of mascara running down my caked face. This is my mask, the body that i will be found dead in. My last breath leaves my chest as a accept my fate.
My body goes numb as if i am a grey screen sizzling on an old retro television. I completely lost consciousness for a solid minute. When i regained consciousness i no longer felt my heart beat, my arm twitch, the constant sound of distant objects, nothing. It took me several minutes to realize I wasn't in heaven, nor what i thought to be paradise. I was in my own personal Hell.
My vision was never fully there, for i had gone blind besides faint shadows and an outline to stare upon. I no longer knew any colors nor did I remember shapes, nor faces but i did remember their name. My life flashed in small increments. None of the times were good everyone was either a nightmare i once had or a tragic event I underwent. I often wondered why i was in hell, the thoughts flooded but i had no voice to speak no voice to admit my sins, i was powerless.
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Is Hell Real?
HorrorShe has ended her life in sin, now she is aware she is in "Hell" but it doesn't match the description she once remembered.
