They say Hell is a dark, lonely place. His hell was different though. It was cold, and it was crowded. So many people. Yelling, just going around without actually going anywhere. The sky wasn't red; the ground wasn't on fire. Everything looked normal;
He read somewhere that Hell is actually different for everyone. It's made to be your personal nightmare. Once his friend told him, that he would imagine Hell being like an empty room; dark, cold, and empty.
He would only smile at that, because there's no such thing as Hell, as there is no Heaven.
'Where do we go when we die?' he asked his brother once.
'Where would we? We go nowhere; there is no you, after death, there is nothing.'
He realised they were lying. There is Hell. He's walking at it’s streets, he's breathing it’s air. It was his personal Hell, his personal nightmare.
One cigarette after another; just laying in his sofa, looking at the smoke. It was cold, and he was frozen to his bones. He felt it; he just wouldn't care. He didn't know if it was day or night outside; he didn't know the time. Sometimes he was awake, sometimes he was not. Sometimes he would get high just to cry his heart out in the bathroom floor; and there was times when he would just stare blankly not knowing a thing about himself.
A loud noise woke him up. He's phone was buzzing next to him, filling in the room with it's light. He covered his eyes,and waited a little to get used to the sudden outburst of brightness. Actually the time he got used to the light, the buzzing stopped. He picked up his phone and found a message on it. Actually 10 of them.
'If you won't reply I'm breaking your freaking door on you' was the last.
He was annoyed; he knew the man well enough, and he was capable of doing something reckless like this.Just as he was about to reply, the phone was buzzing again.
Ten? He looked at the phone strangly. But then he felt it again.
He jumped up, got the closest trousers and shirt he could find and started dressing. By the time he got message '2' he stood in front of the door, and by '1' he looked in the police officer’s eyes.
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