I could see in his eyes he knew what I was talking about. "Who are you?" He asked quietly.
"My name is Sarah. I know that you understand what I'm going through. I can see it in your eyes. I have visions I see the damned and I help them. My life is one fucking thing after the other. I'm barely surviving. Lately I've been having the same dream of you. I know it means something you have to help me"
"What happened just there?" He asked.
"What? When I fell"
He nodded.
"I don't know. I had a vision, but it wasn't just a vision it seemed like so much more. There was a little boy he needs me... I can't help him"
"Why?" He questioned.
"LOOK AT ME!" I screamed.
"I'm a mess. I haven't slept properly in months I barely eat, my head fells as if it's going to explode, I can't concentrate and I can scarcely breathe." I was so messed up. So upset I was tired and I was exhausted physically and mentally.
"You want something to eat." Chas asked.
I nodded.
"What age are you, you don't look any older than Chas here." John questioned.
I laughed age. I had lived an eternity in the space of my small life.
"I'm 19. I'm no kid. I've survived on my own for 3 years. I've lived through hell, literally"
John raised an eyebrow curious of what I had meant.
"I slit my wrists, I was dead for three minutes I'm damned just like every god damn idiot I save from that place"
He looked away.
"Join the club sweet heart"
It was my time to be curious this strong man in front of me had killed himself, unbelievable.
Chas returned with a sandwich that a gratefully took. I hadn't eaten in so long.
I gave them my background knowledge of hell, demon's etc. I told them of my past all the while I fought off my increasing headache.
"Why do you get those headaches?" Chas asked melting me with his concern.
I shrugged the truth was I didn't know. I had been fine before but now I was in constant pain.
"You should get that checked out you never know, hell it turned out my cough was lung cancer" John laughed taking a drag of his cigarette.
I closed my eyes the little boy's eyes boring into mine. He needed me and I was sitting here eating a god damn fucking sandwich!
"I need to go! I said clumsily rising to my feet.
"Hey, I though you needed my help"
I nodded.
"I do, but I need to save that boy"
John looked at me confusion taking over his clean cut features.
"I don't understand. You want to help these people yet your still damned to hell? Haven't you repented"
I sighed. If only it were that simple.
"You know as well as I do its not that simple. I killed myself and I wanted to die! I wanted it all to end. I didn't want hell or heaven I wanted the darkness of nothing! I still want that John"
"You still want to die even though you know your going down"
I nodded. "I don't want to go to hell but I can't stay here its driving me insane"
Constantine. The word echoed in my mind. I turned towards Chas smiling. "So what's your story?" I asked.
He laughed. Looking intently into my eyes.
"I don't have a story"
"Look Sarah if you want my help then let's do this." John cut in.
I sighed, a heavy sigh my life was such a burden. Closing my eyes yet again I saw the flames my headache was coming back again not as strong as before but slowly building.
I nodded slightly opening my eyes.
"Okay John lets do this then. Where do we start"
"You have to go back. Find out who the kid is." He said more to himself than to me.
The though of going back to that place was more than I could handle, I flashed back to the very first time I had entered the fiery gates of hell.

I sat alone in my empty home. My own blood slowly covering the hard wooden floor. I was so very alone the world was against me my mother father and sister had all left me alone with these images these visions in my head taking whatever sanity I had left. I felt myself drain of everything the pain in my wrists numbed, blackness slowly covered my eyes as I slowly slipped away.
I hadn't expected fluffy white clouds or harps playing I had only wanted darkness a quiet place to be but what I got was far from that.
All those people in so much pain. Death and destruction red flames this was hell. I was paying for my sins. I was ripped apart over and over, if I though I had felt pain before I was so wrong it was unbearable I died over and over what was only three minutes seemed like an eternity.
I woke in hospital still alive yet dead inside.

I opened my eye's as Chas shook me slightly.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"You want me to go back?" I asked John.
"Fine lets do this thing!" The truth was I was terrified. I hadn't been there in so long, my visions were bad enough but to be there, I feared it was more than I could handle.
Chas gave me a reassuring smile, however his smile would bring me no comfort in hell.

John and I stood in the half filled bath tub holding hands. He had never tried crossing over with another person before so this was a little tricky.
We emerged together holding hands on the plane of hell. I forgot how horrible this place was. The smell, the screams... I felt as if I had gone back in time.
There he was. The same little boy in chains tears in his eyes surrounded by soldier demons heading straight for him.
"What's your name kid?" John shouted. Bad move.
The same words were whispered time and time again. Constantine. There wasn't a soul in hell who wasn't aware of his presence.
The little boy looked so sad. He looked right through Constantine and straight at me.
"Mommy"
In the blink of an eye I was lying on the floor coughing madly unable to breathe or even think.
My son was in hell?