Comatose: (Ch.2)  The Tunnel

Comatose: (Ch.2) The Tunnel

A Chapter by kenya smith
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In this chapter, the character, goes to hell.

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I was rushed to the hospital, struggling to breathe. My body was filled with grueling pain, every breath comes along with piercing agony. I could hear my breath, getting weaker and weaker, and my heartbeat is getting slower and slower. Dizziness is overcoming me, as I slip into unconsciousness. Everything seemed like it was fading away from me.
The voices of all the doctors and nurses were becoming subtle. I've slipped into deeper unconsciousness. While that happened, I felt a sense of calmness and composure.  Everything just faded out of mind. 
I saw a light at the end of this..tunnel. But the light was red, like, red hot fire. Where am I? Am I in hell? I asked myself these questions as I could feel a sense of dread and fear. I approached the glowing red gates after what seems like forever of walking. Once I entered the gates, I could hear deafening screams and groans. My skin felt like it was melting in this scorching heat. 
I could hear the deafening scream and groans getting closer as I walk further into hell. My curiosity peaked on where the screams and groans were coming from. Continuing to walk, through this torment, I could see what the source of the screams and groans were coming from.  It's people...in a black chamber. it's filled with fire and magma. I was beginning to ask myself, Is that where I'm going? Will I be here forever? Why did I have to drink while drunk? I'm such a damn idiot!


© 2017 kenya smith


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kenya smith
kenya smith

Prairieville, LA



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Hello, I'm Kenya smith and I write horror stories. I've been writing since I was in middle school. Before horror, I would write teen drama. Until, i found out that horror was my true calling. I starte.. more..

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