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Descent To Hell
Liliana –Rose
The tiny droplets of rain were like razors, falling down my tear stricken face. I have heard much nonsense in my life, but that what I had heard was complete nonsense. My outfit stuck to my body like glue, as I started walking down the shadowy street. It was dark and gloomy everywhere I looked, with the occasional street lights flickering on and off. In a matter of seconds I had gone from staring at a sign, to the blackened sky unable to move.
Its flesh was livid and bruised looking. Through the seeping skin bones protruded - not new white bones, but bones that looked as if they had been on this earth for a thousand years, black, cracked and filthy. Its fingers were stripped and skeletal, its thin-fleshed arms pocked with dripping black sores, through which more yellowing bones were visible. It had talon like fingers that seem to stretch forever. Its eye sockets were empty, and its mouth was lined with 2 rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. Its hide was grey with things seemingly crawling inside of it, and it was pinning me down.
I lay there as its empty eye sockets looked deep into my soul and my insides combusted into millions of flames, uncontrollable flames. Its talon like fingers dug into my flesh and moved towards my limbs, its fingers stretching around them and pulling tighter until they broke. By now I felt like hell had risen inside my body and there was nothing I could do, nothing, but lay there and die. As I closed my eyes its grip on my bones became tighter until he turned them into dust.
I had met my end on this world, and as I take one last look at the world, silence is all around me, and darkness enclosed around my soul.
The silence around me vanished as I felt the weight being lifted off my body, not just that of the beast, but life itself. I had the sensation of being cleansed, yet I heard voices, recognisable voices. I opened my eyes and in front of me was life.
I arose to my feet and glided towards my mother, however I couldn't reach her. It was as if there was a glass wall keeping me out and them in. I knocked on the glass twice hoping they would hear me but nothing, not even a glance in the direction of the sound. It was then when I looked at my hands I realized the horror. Pale white hands so transparent you could see through them.
I was dead, but I was still here. I banged on the glass screaming for my mother, I was scared and wanted to go home. Nothing, could this be the tunnel of light? But where's the light? Where's the tunnel that's supposed to take me into the afterlife? Two figures, dressed in blood red cloaks approached me. The cloaks looked like they were woven from their own blood.
Their hands gripped my wrists tightly and I once more had the sensation of fingers digging at my flesh and wrapping around my bones. Only this time, the fingers came back out of my skin and wrapped around my wrist. As I looked to their eyes, black wisps of death could be seen. Blood began dripping from their faces as they began to drag me into the dark abyss of hell.
I dug my feet into the ground but it was no use. Panicking, I ran away feeling the pain of their fingers ripping flesh from my arms, and I ran towards the glass wall. As I ran, I heard the voices slowly dying, until I crashed through the glass wall. Then silence once more surrounded me, and in that moment I stared death straight in the eyes.