Third person point of view-
Ella walked around the cold courtyard, looking around for a while; before sitting down on a stone bench.
''Life is hard and friends drift away
But some you never forget''
She chocked to herself, as she remembered her times with Dean, Sam and Castil. A single callous tear formed and slid down her sickly pale cheek.
''I'm sorry that I let this happen
I hate myself''
She talked as if Dean was there listening like he usually did. Another few tears find their way sliding off her cheeks and dropping onto the cobblestone ground, as she reminisced her death and how she had lost her friends.
''I cry because I'm a wimp
I am un-deserving''
Tears were now pouring out of her oak eyes.
''I am hated …. By myself
I am so sorry''
She managed to choke out in a whisper, almost as if she believed ''they'' could hear her. She heard footsteps and saw a man's figure approach her. She didn't know who he was but she felt a connection with him. She took his icy hand in hers and walked off into the light with him.
'Goodbye' she whispered to the concert garden….
He stopped in his tracks as they approached a dark cracked door, 'I am sorry my child' The man verbalize. 'Wha-?' She started. 'Child, I am the lord and it is your time' he sighed opening the door and before I could understand where I was, I was sucked into the place through the door.
I looked around for a while but then a thought flashed through my mind, I am in Hell!
7 months earlier…
