AN: Hey all! Sorry I disappeared for a while. I recently had a baby, so I'm been pretty busy...all. the. time! Any who, here's a couple of sister one-shots for your entertainment. After this, go read "He was Heaven" for the full effect. WARNING: Language, character death.
Hell is Him
Have you ever driven excessively over the speed limit along a winding, lonely road during a blizzard? Did you know if you turn the high beams on the light reflecting off the snow will make it seem like you're going through space at hyper speed?
No?
Oh. Maybe that's just me.
Then again, I was higher than a kite during that storm. In all honesty, I probably shouldn't have been driving. I had to, though.
Don't tell me there's no reason at all to drive recklessly on one of the most dangerous roads during the worst storm of the season. You don't understand. I had to. I couldn't take it anymore.
His mouth just kept spouting out lies. Vases and dishes and picture frames kept smashing into the walls, the floors. I kept yelling. My voice got louder and louder while his grew quieter and quieter. Then he was crying. What a joke.
Him and his tears.
His lies.
His arms around that little bitch.
He could take his words and his slut and his goddamned fake, boo-hoo tears and burn in hell.
Or maybe freeze in hell. I suppose it depends on your school of thought on that one.
Hell isn't fire or ice to me, though. Nothing happens when we die. We either get cremated or become the next meal for the worms. Don't get me wrong; it's not that I'm anti-religion or anything. I just can't wrap my mind around going to a place to suffer for all eternity when you already spend your waking life in misery.
Hell isn't a place. Hell is life.
Hell is him.
So you see, I had to drive, weather be damned. I had to smoke a bowl and leave our shitty, ramshackle house. If I didn't, I would've put my fist in that pretty little face of his. Maybe a literal knife in his back to match the figurative one he put in mine. I mean, the pain they'd inflict would be pretty equal after all.
Or maybe not.
Like I said, I was high as a kite by the time I got in my car.
My mind was buzzing. The night air was crisp. The snow was falling. And I was going through space at hyper speed. I was actually feeling pretty good for the first time in a while.
I didn't see the cliff warning sign.
Hell is not a place. Hell is life.
Hell was him.
