She had had enough, the mental pain was beyond repair and the darkness suffocated her to the point where only one option remained: the razor carved through her wrists back and forth countless times in frantic pace until blade chipped into bone. The absence of blood was shocking but the more debilitating fact was the predicament sparked the only memory remaining: she was already dead and her own personal hell was far worse then her living one and though the blood had dried up the tears did not.
Angrily, I told the haunting ghosts: “Go to hell and stay there!”
The leader of the ghosts said, “Wish, granted” but not one of them left my apartment.
Luke Skywalker heard Emperor Palpatine promise to murder his friends and felt the dark side boiling inside of him. Giving in to the darkness he activated his lightsaber, chopped the Emperor’ s and Darth Vader’s heads off and hit the Death Star’ self destruct button; sending them all to hell.
Sixteen year-old Helen grinned ear to ear, a twinkle in her voracious green eyes, after watching a weather report that showed a cold front about to sweep across America. Maybe now she would get the Corvette Daddy agreed to buy her “when hell freezes over.”
I had always imagined blazing hot flames, whips and chains, and one hundred tons of pure, physical pain. But if I had known that hell was going to consist of watching over and over again the thing I did to you… well, this is far worse than the punishment I had imagined – and there’s no way to go back.
Go on and murmur sweet nothings to the deep void of your heart in the bitter reality of your new existence, for there is no one left here to love you. You killed them, all of them, and no matter which realm of afterlife their train is bound for, you’re stuck here alive in your own personal hell on earth – alone.