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by hayley
Rated: 13+ · Novella · Dark · #1754775
A girl gets into a car crash & remembers nothing until shes gets to the dark side.
         I woke up to bright lights and the smell of blood. I tried to sit up but realized that I was being held down by some invisible force. I tried to move my arms and legs but they to were being held down. I moved my fingers and toes happy that I was able to move them. Then I heard "scaple please... I am going to make the first insizion here." and that made me jump out of my skin. Because then I realized that I was in surgery. The pain was so unbearable to the point I passed out. Hopping to never wake again.
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         Everything is dark, I thought to myself. I cant even see my hand in front of my face! The smell of amonia blocked everything out. I stuck my hands out in front of my face and started to walk foreward. Suddenly I ran into a wall. I walked along the wall looking for a light switch. When I found one I flipped it really fast and the lights almost blinded me. And finally when I was able to see again I realized where I was. I am in my own personal hell.
                                       My personal Hell
         Am I dead? I have only visited this once in my short life. That was when I OD. Yes I used to be on all diffrent types of drugs. Meth, pot, crack, cocain. You name it and I was on it. I was a real winner. Always coming home at 2 or 3 A.M. sometimes clothed and sometimes not. But I always came home intoxicated. I drave my mother crazy! Well the only reason I do this is because I saw her do this exact same thing. Monkey see monkey do. Its the rule of life.
         Now its time to find out where I am. I am just going to take a wild guess and say that I am dead. And if I am dead how did I die? Well that question will have to wait for now because someone just walked into the room. And this person I know very well. This person is the Devil.

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