I had managed to sleep for a few hours, positioning myself awkwardly on the floor. I had pulled the glass out of my side and made a small pile by where my chains went into the ground. Satan hadn't shown his face since when I had entered Hell. 2D was fast asleep still, his frail chest rising and falling. I looked at the gleaming cage, glowing in the small hours of the night.
I had been thinking many things over, allowing many questions to pop up in my head, most stayed unanswered. My mind wandered to my childhood, to Noodle, to the possible future we had held. It was as if I had already died, I considered myself nonexistent, a ghost.
This thought roused only a dull fear in my mind, there was always the possibility of escaping, leaving with them, but I knew this would only cause more pain. I was born to die, this was my fate and I had postponed it for way too long. I closed my eyes, tears stinging them, Noodle would forget, she had Dullard to love.
I remembered, a couple of weeks ago, I was lying on my bed at Plastic Beach, wishing that Noodle would come back to me. Now I lay on a cold marble floor in Hell, praying that I never see her again.
How things change I told myself.
Author's note: I apologize for the terrible chapters, I like to think it's adding up to the climatic ending but I don't know. I've also been having issues trying to put together an ending, seeing as I know how I want the story to end, yet I can't bridge the gap while trying to keep them in character. Help!