E/O Challenge word passion(ate) He cannot forget, and he can never forgive…
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My first challenge drabble ever. I really hope I'm doing this right. Is there any limit to how long it can be or anything? *Crosses fingers and hopes for best*
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Hell. The Pit of Despair. Where damned souls are sent to suffer for all eternity.
Dean Winchester hates it with a passion.
He cannot readily forget the horrors he witnessed, nor the pain he felt. Nightmares plague his subconscious on a daily basis, never out of mind. In his mind's eye he can still see the twisted face of Alistair looming over his own, twirling a silver scalpel in his fingers. He can still feel the blade carving into him like he was nothing more than a Thanksgiving turkey.
And the screams. He could never forget the screams, the tormented souls screaming out for a reprieve, begging for an end.
But that isn't why he hates Hell…
It was that day, thirty years into his own suffering, when he got off the rack and picked up that blade to do a little carving of his own. When he'd first sliced into that weeping woman…
And he enjoyed it.
He can no longer look into a mirror without searching for that monster, staring deep into his own eyes in a twisted hope that he'll see it and have an excuse to end his life. Waiting for the darkness to show itself again. But it never does, and he is left alone with his guilt once more.
More than Hell, he hates himself. He can never forget the atrocities he committed, nor can he ever forgive it.
And it is that knowledge that breaks him a little more inside.
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Uhhhh…review. Please. I need to know if this was crap or not, else this is the first and last time I write a drabble.