Ali's P.O.V.
I couldn't take it any longer. They were screaming. They were drowning. I was falling, and they…they were flying.
Hell is above they say, above the Earth. It has fire, and there's this kind guy called Satan that is quite friendly. There's pain and everything is painted in bloody red.
Well that's what they say…or what the Bible says anyway.
Surely I know that's not hell for me.
The blackness…it surrounds me…pain…pain is everywhere felt…and there's this emptiness that's cold; freezing cold.
Yet I find it quite comfy although. I have my corner; I curl up there and feel safer. There are this little ghosts, they speak to me…they frighten me. I try not to hear them…but hey, madness is here my friend, it's everywhere…it's such a lovely place…
I couldn't stand it anymore. They took me here, into this dark room. There's someone in front of me…is he real? Well…that's yet to be found…
He was my greatest strength, yet…he was still my worst weakness…
I wanted to annihilate him…it was so tempting…he couldn't understand me. He could not understand how I felt…so I thought…I thought he ought to be killed.
Isn't it funny? People stay…people go…people pass away…people die…people li-Oh, wait. What was I going to say?! Oh my I forgot…OH HOW FUNNY IT IS MY DEAR! - Oh well what was I saying…think…think…OH GOD YOU MUST THINK!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. God is dead.
So…well whatever…never mind…
You know? I'm not important…so why are you? What makes you different?
Is it your hair color? OH DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE BLOND, RIGHT?! YAY I WAS RIGHT- Oh shut up you idiot, don't talk to me right now, the voices in the head are busy, aren't they? Oh yes they are...what voices…Oh you see…they are all here…*knock knock*…up here…*hits her head*yeah there…where the pain is felt…all in my head.
But…why the hell am I talking to you?! ROT IN HELL!
I hit the mirror with my fist…it hurt…my hand was covered in this dark red color, a characteristic trait of blood. I was astonished by it until I detected the reflection of the mirror doing the same…always there…copying me…I COULDN'T STAND IT.
I broke it, punched it, kicked it, and the glass fell into a million little pieces which made my fragile and pale skin shiver while I felt sickness and an aching sensation everywhere. I wasn't aware of that. I was filled with hatred now. I hated her. But…she was my only company…
