I was falling. To my death.
But...why wasn't I worried?

I was screaming as the top of the structure grew smaller and shrunk into the clouds and biting cold wind made my hair fly around my head, but deep down inside I didn't feel any panic.
Sure, it was on the surface like a façade, but I was at peace with my fate in my heart.

Was this what it felt like before you died? A sense of comfort like, deep down inside you knew everything would be okay because you were leaving this horrid world behind and moving on to a better place where you could live happily and there was no real reason to be afraid? Was this actually happening?

I thought about it some more and realized, I didn't want to die.
I don't want to die and leave everyone here behind. Wouldn't I be sad? Wouldn't I miss them?

Yes, yes I would.

I'd miss everyone, I'd miss mom, dad, abuela...Phineas.

No, I didn't want to leave him, not when I was so close. So close, to being his. So close, to him finally realizing his feelings and to him finally realizing mine.

But the chance had slipped away.

I wanted that back. I wanted my chance back. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live. I wanted this to all go away, this dream, or reality, whatever this was so I could finish school, grow up and get married. I wanted to start a family and watch my grandkids grow up, all with Phineas by my side.

I had so much to live for.
This couldn't be the end.

Finally, I heard a shout of exclamation, telling someone else to "Get mom" and "call 911" or something like that.
Finally, someone had noticed I had fallen. Someone would save me.

I felt leaves and branches brush past my body, and I guessed that I was falling through the branches of the strong oak located in the yard.

I would be hitting the ground soon.
I was so sure of that when I felt my body slam into the grass, but I was still falling, so I got a little scared.

It felt like I had landed on the surface of some body of water, and kept sinking. It felt like I had gone through some filter. It didn't hurt like I would have expected it to.

I opened my eyes and saw my body lying there above me in the grass with people surrounding my unconscious body. I was sure I was looking up through dirt or something.

But...I was right here. What happened?

I looked down at myself and saw I looked a little bit more...transparent.

Was I a...ghost or something?

As I floated, or fell, whatever, I looked around, but saw nothing but dirt, rocks, and the huge roots of the tree above my head.

Once more I looked up and I saw paramedics rush forward with a stretcher and lift my body onto it.

It was a little hard to watch, but what really got me was that...no one looked upset.

Momma and Poppa were there, and so were the Flynn-Fletcher's, but no one was crying or...or...anything. Not that I wanted them to be upset. I was fine! I was watching them, wasn't I? But it still stung when I looked at Phineas' straight face and the lack of worry in his eyes. It was like he didn't care.

I clutched my head and I suddenly felt too hot, like I was surrounded by fire.

What was happening?! Was this a dream? Was this reality?! What is this?!

I felt like screaming.

I opened my eyes and the heat was suddenly so intense like I was actually in a pit of fire or magma.
It was brighter too, but not that soft yellow lightbulb light, no, this light was bright orange and red with hints of blue. Like fire.

Again I felt like I was falling through a filter and everything was flying by so fast I didn't get to look at my surroundings before I landed on dry, cracked, dirt that was surrounded by flames.

It was so hot down here that I felt like my skin was melting off my body and my insides were evaporating.

I shakily stood up and looked around at my surroundings.

It looked, and felt, like I was in a huge cave of some sort or a hollowed out area under the surface of the earth.
There were torches on the walls of the cave and it looked like the fire was climbing up the rocks and dirt.

Tall, black buildings that looked more like ruins stretched far above my head and looked like they would brush against the dirt ceiling.
Flames were also climbing up the buildings, but they weren't burning up, which was curious.

There were ashes in the air that gave the whole place a dark, dusky look and I was probably breathing in way too much of it for my own good.

Just when I felt like I had seen enough, my eyes landed on an old, broken wood sign about ten feet in front of me that had been stained black by all the ash and said in bold red letters, "HELL".

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but wonder why I was here.
I had been a good child my whole life so this made no sense. Did I murder someone in a previous life?!

Before I could look at anymore, I blinked and suddenly I was in a dark room facing an eerily familiar face.

The pharmacist.

I feel so bad for completely forgetting about this book! Ahhhh! I'm so sorry!

At first I wasn't sure where I was going with this "hell" thing, but I thought about and decided it would be better that it was related to the story instead of some radon trip to the underworld, you know?

What was your favorite part?
What do you think could be better?

~Joy

I have to say...comments on here or cruder and more..."honest" than any other site I've ever been on...thank you for your opinions though. :)