AN: Thank you guys so much for the reviews and positive reactions towards this fic! This chapter is a look into hell from Misty's point of view. It's slightly shorter than the other one but I thought it was important.

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Misty's POV

Time is different in hell. I can't tell if I've been trapped for weeks or years. You can't trust anything down here, not even your own senses.

In the beginning I couldn't stop screaming long enough to focus on how to get out. Now that my lungs have given up, and my head is somewhat clear, I can think. I need to escape this personalized hell. I need to get back to my Miss Cordelia. I need to get home.

Sometimes, if I'm able to calm down enough, I can hear her talking to me. Her words are the only things keeping me going. If it wasn't for Cordelia I would have given up long ago. I can hear her saying that she loves me. Knowing that she loves me, in the same way that I have always loved her, sparks something inside me.

Until I get free I can't hold her in my arms and kiss her just like I've wanted to since the first time I saw her. As soon as I laid eyes on Cordelia, I was mesmerized. It must be something about her soft smile and that gentle heart of hers that put me under her spell.

I want nothing more than to be back in the land of the living with my beautiful Cordelia again.

This hell is my worst nightmare. There is no happiness here, no sunshine. The whole place consists of four separate sections, each more horrible than the next.

The first room is identical to my fifth grade classroom. The stench of death and formaldehyde seems to stick to me whenever I'm in there. Dead frogs are all over; one is sprawled out on a tray in front of me. Just the sight of the helpless creature makes me sick to my stomach.

I can't kill it. I won't! But the teacher grabs my hand and forces me to slice open the innocent creature's belly. Horror fills me up and I can't get over it. Each time I bring the frog back and each time the teacher makes me kill it again.

Every time I take the poor frog's life I lose a part of myself. I'm so afraid that if I ever escape hell, the me that comes out won't be the same me that went in.

After who knows how long, I heard Cordelia calling out to me in the darkness. She brought me out of the trance I had slipped into, kill-revive-kill. I managed to get up from my lab bench and walk straight out the classroom door. But I'm not sure if what I walked into is any better.

The second room is utter nothingness. Black cloaks the area entirely. It seems to stretch on in every direction for miles. There is no ceiling or floor or walls; it's like you're suspended in id-air, yet you can run through it. The air is heavy and hot, almost impossible to breathe normally in.

The loneliness of this section is overwhelming. My throat has rubbed raw from screaming out for someone, anyone, to find me and save me. Mostly it was Cordelia's name I screamed. Eventually, I realized that it was useless, she can't hear me.

If I close my eyes and become calm, I can fall away though the dark, nothing space and into a room made entirely of concrete.

Painfully bright fluorescent bulbs line the entire ceiling. There are no windows, no fresh air, no earth, just concrete that cuts into my skin and artificial light that burns my eyes. I would do anything to feel mud squishing between my toes and hear birds singing cheerfully.

In the back corner of the concrete room there is an indentation in the shape of a door. The only way it opens is if you put a drop of blood on it. I realized this while bashing my fists against it, desperately trying to open it. The rough surface split my palm and when my blood touched it, it granted me entrance.

I wish it never opened.

Behind the door is a dimly lit, narrow hallway. The putrid smell of blood seeps from the walls themselves, and the feeling of fear is unshakeable. Hanging from the ceiling, packed so tightly that there is hardly any room between them is dead animals. Every species, every creature of the earth hangs in this cursed room with their eyes open and their insides torn apart.

Chunks of rotting flesh fall to the floor with sickening plops. I can't stop the bile from rising in my throat. It's too much.

I've tried. I've tried so hard to get to the end of the hallway, but there is no end in sight. Eventually the bodies become piled up on top of each other and I have to climb over them to continue. That's the farthest I've gotten. I wish my magic worked in this section.

I look constantly for a way out. I had begun to doubt that one exists when Cordelia showed up. I'm still not sure how that happened, but I am so glad that it did. Before she came I was about to give up, but now my spirit feels renewed.

Hell is so incredibly lonely and painful. Piece by piece it dismantles you 'till you can't even recognize yourself anymore. I felt like I was dissolving. The only thing that makes me feel semi-whole again is singing Stevie songs and remembering the hours spent with my savior, my Cordelia.

Now, humming Stevie, I pace around the concrete room thinking of a way to contact Cordelia and escape. I have no choice. The only way I will ever see the woman I love again is by making it to the end of the hallway. The way out has to be at the end. I'm not sure I can do it without her by my side but I have to try.

All my life I have been seen by others as some stupid, simple swamp rat with nothing to really offer the world. I am so much more. Myrtle saw my potential and Cordelia saw who I really am. I can do. I'm Misty Day. I have the gift of resurgence.

"Hey Cordelia, can ya hear me up there? I like to think that you can. I need to thank you for coming to me before; I had almost lost myself. You really are my light. It is so lonely and awful and scary down here, but you make everythin' a bit better. I need ya to know that I'm fighting. I'm fighting for you, and I'll be home real soon. I'm sorry that it's taken me so long. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you how I feel when I had the chance. I love you Cordelia. See ya soon."