Wind blew and wiped hair around my face and in my burning eyes. Hot ashes filled my throat and mouth and flooded my nose as I drew a breath. Icy razors slowly scrapped off layer after layer of my skin. How did it come to this? I was a good girl, a christian girl. I prayed, believed in God. Was it all wrong? Why had I ended up in damnation?

Perhaps the begining is a sufficient place to start.

This all started when I was 12 or 13. I realized I did not have to listen to the world. I could create my own universe. I had the power to form new places with new creatures and new people. Technology and character traits that were impossible but I could make them happen.

By stringing together letters to form a word and weaving words to create a sentence, layering sentences to create a paragraph and compressing paragraphs to create a story; I could change the world.

I sat down at my parents computer and started my own word document and titled it "My Stories" and it was here that I let my imagination flow. Wether it be a poem, a journal entry, a long story or a one liner... I could be free. Words flowed from the keyboard and appeared on screen by some untold magic I would not even attempt to understand. Why question that which makes me happy?

At first my stories were silly. Frivolous. Just inserting myself into movies and books foretold. Playing the roles of all charecters, deciding the outcome of their actions according to character. My stories qucikly became more elaborate. I was now taking charecters and placing them in foreign situations, deciding their fate and playing god. It was delightful, the power I had... I did not control myself. And I wrote the following story and everything changed.

I knew everything once. Now all I knew was pain. Never ending suffering with a fire that burned away my skin so it scabbed. When my skin scabbed, the ice would claw and rip them off and I would bleed. Blood mixing with sweat and tears. I wandered in black, red hot never-ending Hell. I fell to my knees as the bones in my legs collapsed and broke, snapping through my warped flesh and making me scream. Ashes rushed into my throat and clogged my lungs. I knew everything once...