Introduciton

      ‘Our heart is a wild creature that’s why our ribs are cages. -Unknown’

Hell.

What is hell? For some humans it is a few days without any food, for some an abusive home life, or maybe not feeling loved and cared for. But what is real Hell? Listen to me if you want to know the answer.

Hell is a place no one can save you from. Hell is a place where you can’t even try to get water to quench your thirst. Hell is a place filled with millions of screaming souls who are being tormented each day.  Hell is a place of eternal burning fire, hotter than the hottest volcano or fire on earth. In Hell you can’t run away.

You ask me how I know this and I am sure that you could guess. Yes it is me writing to you, Abaddon, son of Lucifer.  Yes I am he the one whom every soul fears, the one whom God turns his face from and the one Lucifer expects the most from. In human years I come to be 19 years of age but I have lived for far longer than most would imagine, but oh how I wish I was dead. Oh how I wish that when I die I will wake in paradise! Oh how I wish I could look into the light! Oh how I wish I wasn't a demon.

But all I can look forward to is the same heat and flames I have known my entire existence.

     ‘Have you ever stopped to think what puzzles humans are?-Unknown’

Have you ever been so tired you felt like you could fall asleep while standing up? That is exactly how I feel today, when I was putting my books in my locker I wadded my jacket up into a ball and fell asleep. Best two minutes I have had this week.

Reality came crashing in as I heard the school bell scream at me. I wish I could take the red bell of death down and hit it multiple times with a sledgehammer, I swear the world would be a better more happy place.

I now am sitting in Chemistry watching Mrs. Kelley work out useless equations about things I will never use again, but thus is school.

I started to feel my eyes close, I was holding them open with all my might but they seemed to be shutting on me too quickly. My head started to feel heavy and just as I could feel that I was on the verge of going to the paradise known as sleep, someone tapped my shoulder. I shook and then turned around to greet Kayla Domoture I made sure that I plastered a fake smile on my face.

“Yes?” I whispered.

“This is for you.” She replied and slid me a note.

I nodded and turned back forward.

The note was folded into a heart and said ‘To: Melody Annalise Fithian From: Gabriel James Hunter’ 

 Gabe was the player of the school, the guy who girls would kill for, and he was the star quarterback on the football team, the captain of the basketball team and his dad owns most of the land around here in this country town. He played the part well he was the type of guy whose ‘Lips were dripping honey but he will sting you like a bee’. He is the type of guy you hear about in break-up songs. I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I opened the note to its full size.

‘Dearest Melody, I need to ask you something of upmost importance! Would you, my beautiful angelic flower, go to Prom with me?’

I chuckled to myself and pulled out my pen and wrote back on the note ‘Gabe, you know my standards, for we have been over them before and honestly my dear I wouldn't go to prom with you if you were the last person on this earth.’

I gave the note to Kayla and she passed it on to Gabe and as he read the note he looked up at me and glared as he crumbled it up.

The red bell of death rang and I could let out my laugh. Who knew the thing that would wake me up was the look of utter hate and disappointment on Gabe’s face?  Not me that’s for sure, but that was a remedy that worked more than any amount of caffeine I could have had.

My friends Debbie and Jean were the thing that snapped me out of my laughter.

“What the heck just happened?” Debbie asked me.

“Gabe Hunter asked me to prom.” I said through my giggles.

“You said yes! Tell me you said yes!” Jean exclaimed.

I stopped laughing and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I said no! Why the heck would I say yes to Gabe Hunter...of all people?”

“Everyone wants you together! Prettiest girl in the school and hottest guy in school, it’s just protocol.” Jean replied.

“Well protocol is very overrated to me.”

Debbie laughed. “I am so glad you said no, I hate him with such a passion.”

“Of course you do, you did have the longest relationship anyone has ever had with him.” Jean said.

Debbie shook her head. “Which just makes me hate him more.”

Yes these were my friends and the great middle of nowhere Hawley High School. Our Junior class has a total of 88 students and most everyone has known everyone since the diaper days. I guess you could say that we were consider the ‘popular’ girls in school. Because in this town if you are pretty everyone loves you. Debbie was a tall lean girl with long golden hair and deep aqua eyes and with her cowgirl style all the boys drooled over her. Jean was a shorter girl with honey caramel curly hair that came to her shoulders and bright green eyes that shined like a lake under moonlight she always dressed like she was from the 70s and everyone wanted to be around her, she glowed with contagious happiness. Then there was me. I am a between the both of them in my height I have dark brown that tends to change with the seasons my eyes are dark brown that turn chestnut in the summer, I guess you could say I dress like a typical teenage girl, I have no particular style and I wear what I like myself in and well I am just another musketeer in the three musketeers. 

Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

Well, an interesting read, and as far as Hell, I could recant Dante's version (The Divine comedy), or state 'hell is repetition”, but other than the reference to . . . I'm the spawn of Lucifer, your character comes off as any other middle-high-schooler: Jealousy, rebellion, and not feeling at one with themselves. You offered a scene, which you have the talent to convey; however there's no 'meat', why should I (the reader care?). Also, unless this is a factual story, omit the whole captain of the football team, prettiest girl in school. I played high-school football, not quarterback, receiver, and defensive-back, but the quarterback doesn't 'always' get the hottest girl. The point being is, its become cliché, you have characters to build around, but they need to be fleshed out, give them motivation, and give the story depth.

I hope this helps, good luck in your future writing endeavors.

Jack Wolfe

[Bailee Biby]

Thank you! And it does!