I put pen to paper dreaming of the end. Why is it when writing time always seems to bend. You dream about the story being told. But then your imagination gets bold.

I played around and messed about. Although most of the time I just wanted to shout. I went through the highs and went through the lows. And quite often me and my mind came to blows.

But when it was all said and done. And the story was spun. The feeling was like no other. ‘Is it any good?’ I asked my brother.

‘Yes it really is.’ He told me. ‘Well only in time will we see.’ The message flashed up sent. And off it went. For someone else to take a look. That was the first time I ever finished a book.

It had been a normal day, and that terrified her more than anything.

Deep breath. In, out. In, out. Cathy sat down on the sofa. ‘The doors are locked.’ She said to her self for the hundredth time. Pushing her self up once more she walked over to the front door of her flat. Reaching out she touched the chain that was slid all the way across. She moved her hand to the dead bolt, it was on. ‘See you did it.’ She said as she turned and pressed her back to the door. She had been in the flat less that twenty four hours and she desperate for it to feel like home. Cathy moved back to the sofa and sat down again. Deep breath. In, out. In, out. She just had to keep breathing, keep calm. ‘Today was a good day.’ She said as if forcing herself to believe it.

It had started well. She had opened her eyes and looked up at the white coloured ceiling of the flat. This was it, she had done it. She had got away and managed to get into the flat that she had dreamed for so long could be hers. She had turned and stepped out of bed, made her way to the kitchen and ate the breakfast that she had wanted. It was a first for her. There was no one there this morning telling her what she could and couldn’t eat, no one there telling her where to sit or how to sit. No one there when she got it wrong and revived the first of many slaps to the back of her head for that day. It didn’t stop her though as she settled in on the sofa with a slice of toast from feeling the slap as if it had just happened. It had been what many people would have called a normal day, a boring day. Not getting dressed and just sat in front of the telly. It didn’t escape her though that this was not normal. So beyond what was normal for her.

A bang from out in the hall of the block of flats had her jumping away from the door and her hands flaying to her ears. She could see it all now as if it was happening in front of her. Her father kicking his way through the door making way for her mother to rush in and grab her. They would be dragging her out into the hall and down the four flights of stairs and out to the car park to take her back to their house. The one that at seventeen she had just managed to escape from. There way no way Cathy felt like she could go back, she knew that she wouldn’t survive.

The bang out in the corridor made way for the laughter of a group of people. It wasn’t her parents. Deep breath. In, out. In, out. ‘Just keep breathing.’ She said, just like the social worker had taught her when she had turned up at their office a month ago with the starting of a bruise around her eye and her hair looking as if someone had dragged her around by it, which of course they had. She hadn’t known where to go that day but as she left the house and kept running into town she had ended up outside their offices. She had lied, of course she had. She hadn’t told them that it was her parents she was running from and they just presumed it was a boyfriend, she had gone along with it. She had continued to lie about certain details , but had told the truth when it came to the fact that she needed somewhere to live in order for her to be safe.

Cathy moved back to the sofa and turned the TVs volume up even louder. She wanted to block any further noises from outside the flat, for now those where just too much for her to bare. It had been two weeks since she had arrived at that office, told them she was homeless and had disappeared into a hostel under a false name. Neither of her parents would be looking for a girl who under the authority’s was 17 years old and called Cathy.

She had however no doubt that they would be looking for the twenty year old Rachael that they had kept hidden away for most of her life in the attic of their home, only letting her out of the room when one of them wanted to take out their frustrations.

The hours passed and she stayed where she was, for the first time in forever she spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in front of the telly. When the sun had set and the night fully took over, she took herself off into her bedroom. Today had been her first ever ‘normal day.’ She laid back in the single bed. ‘Today has been a good day.’ She said to herself. ‘So why do I feel so terrified?’

Staring at the starts at night when I was young. Full of wonder and hope. You could not hear the birds of the day that sung. “Come inside.” My mother said, I always shook my head. “Nope.”

Getting older the sky’s provided mystery and excitement. Learning what could be up there. Unlike this world, the sky is no place for confinement. A place to be explored, if you dare.

There is much to learn about the sky. Something that school can encourage. But life passes by. And friends can discourage.

The darkened sky turns into something else. A place for late nights and party’s. It’s a time when that early wonder melts. And older age is now where the heart is.

We part ways with the imagination. And give in to the older way of life. We follow the rest of the nation. And join the strife.

We live as a teenager Too hard. We forget to look at nature. Or at anything else we just disregard.

Under the night sky our lives change. We rush to grow up. We learn then that time has passed and we would give anything to exchange. But at the time we wouldn’t let anything interrupt.

All of a sudden what would have been Is just something we might of seen. A sky full starts seemed dead and cold A place so magical now hurt to behold.

The messy room is in my house It’s a room with toys all over. There wouldn’t even be room for a mouse But it makes me feel like I found my four leaf clover.

I pack things away for a split second To turn around and see them out again. But still “I am so lucky.” I reckoned. There is so much fun in here to gain.

My messy room is filled with stuff But filled with little people too. I will never get enough. Because these people of mine can never make me blue.

The laughter and love with all those toys. Creates joy for a small moment of time. The mess is created by my wonderful boys. Making all this wonderful mess mine.

“It going to be fine.” It would be those five words that still rang in the head of fourteen year old Kelly the next morning. But for now she following two of her friends across the small wooden walkway that was placed along the cold water. The tide was low and although non of them knew exactly when that would change, all of them suspected it would be a while. Living in the town it had been something that the group of friends had always wanted to do alone, cross over the water to the small island that was the natural reserve. All three of them had been over for a number of walks as kids, but that was with family and non of them had done it with friends. “No one will be there.” Ryan had said that morning when they had met at the small run down park. “It will be just us, we can do whatever we want there. I can’t be the only one who can’t be bothered with school today.”

So that’s how the plan had been formed, with everyone agreeing to go onto the island together and that’s how they found them self walking across the slippery slime covered wood. The two girls, Kelly and Emma held on to each other for support as they followed Ryan. It had just passed lunch time by now and the grey sky that was threatening rain was making it look like the night was already setting in. “Are you sure we should be doing this?” Emma asked when she slipped for what felt like the hundredth time. “Well it was either this or school, come on what’s the worst that can happen?” They had heard about kids going over to the island but not recently. It was well known that it was a protected place and could be dangerous if the tide caught you off guard. But with Ryan’s persuasion both the girls had exuded to go with him.

The stepped out on to the small pebbled shore front. “If we make our way into the trees back there and head off towards the middle.” He said leading the way for the girls to follow. Ryan had his own reasons for being on the island, but he wasn’t about to let his friends in on that yet but it was, to him at least important that he went onto the land to find out exactly what his cousin had been talking about the month before.

Simon was older than Ryan by a few years, popular and life and sole of the party, that was until a month ago. It had taken more than five visits to his cousin, who he had always had a close relationship with to get him to say anything about what had happened. The older boy had traveled to the island, like Ryan was doing now, with a few of his friends. They had spent a few hours walking around and drinking before something had happened that lead them to flee the island and non of them would talk about it. His cousin had practically gone mute. He was nothing like the outgoing young man he was before that afternoon. It had played on Ryan’s mind for over a week and he had waited for an opportunity to visit the island for himself, he just hadn’t wanted to go alone. Convincing his best friends to go with him had been easier than he had thought, of course he hadn’t told them anything about his cousin, or what could have happened to him on the island.

“Are you sure the tide isn’t going to be coming in anytime soon?” Kelly asked him as they made their way deeper into the trees. “Yeah don’t worry, it will all be fine. We have hours before it comes up.” He told her more to buy himself time than anything else. If truth be told he hadn’t a clue when the tide would come up blocking their path back to the town.

The group walked further into the wood before Ryan suddenly stopped to look around. He wanted to keep off the usual walking path. If he had any chance of finding out what happened he thought it was best to keep of that popular route, just like he was sure his cousin would have done. “So what are we going to do now that we are here?” Emma said interrupting his thoughts. “We will just explore I guess.” He told her hoping that would do for now.

They had been walking for an hour when they heard the first of the heavy footsteps behind them. “What was that?” Kelly asked as she span around in the direction of the noise. “It was probably nothing.” Ryan said, although he turned in that direction looking for anything that was slightly off about the place. “It sounded like someone was following us.” “Let’s keep going.” “I think we should turn and make our way back to the walkway.” Emma said as she looked all around them. Whatever the noise had been it had clearly spooked her too. “Ok we can make our way towards there, but let’s take this way.” Ryan said pointing to a thicker part of the forest.

“You kids shouldn’t be out here.” The voice came from somewhere behind them, but as all three turned they couldn’t see anyone. “Kids shouldn’t come out here.” A small man stepped out from behind a row of tall thick trees. “Where just walking.” Ryan said doing his best to explain. Then he started to wonder where the man had come from, could he have had anything to do with whatever had happened to his cousin? “Come on let’s go back.” He said to the others as a sudden feeling of unease washed over him.

The group turned their back on the man and took a few steps away before he spoke again. “You can’t go. You have to come with me now.” “No we are going back.” Kelly was the one to speak up this time. “No he said you have to go with him. I suggest you do as he says.” A man of similar stature came out of the trees to stand beside the first man. “Run!” Ryan’s voice suddenly made both of the girls snap into action and do as he said. They darted around the trees and towards the shore line. Running closer to where the wooden walkway was located they could immediately see that the tide had come up making it impossible to get off of the small island. “What now?” Kelly asked fearing that the two men wouldn’t be that far behind. “We have to keep moving. Just keep going.” “Where? There is nowhere to go.” Emma said. “Listen to the girl. You have no choice. You have to come with us now.” “Water. Get in the water. We can swim it isn’t that far.” Ryan spat out in a panic as both men walked towards them, one now with a shot gun in hand. “It will be fine. Just get in the water we don’t have a choice.” Just as he said the final words a shot rang out. The girls jumped closer to where Ryan was stood as dust from the rocks on the shore went up into the air. “Water now.” He said again and this time both of the girls listened. Another shot rang out as they entered the water. Ryan fell on his front his face landing into the ice cold water. “No, please.” Kelly cried out before Emma dragged her into the water. “We have to go, we have to swim.” Laughter was now coming out of both of the men that had just shot their friend.

The girls waded further into the water doing their best to ignore the cold. “Keep going.” Emma panted. It was all she could do. There was no way they could stop now, they couldn’t think about what had just happened, they had to get to town. As soon as they were deep enough both of them kicked off the walkway and did their best to swim. They ignored the cold that was biting at their flesh even though their bones where slowly seizing from it. The further into the middle they swam the current got stronger. “I can’t do it.” Emma cried out. “Yes you can, not far now. We have to do this for Ryan.” Kelly panted although she herself only half believed that they could actually make it across to safety. “For……Rya……” Emma tried to say before the current got too much and her legs became too tired. Kelly splashed around in the freezing waters trying to call out her friends name. It was no use, she knew that the girl had gone. If there was going to be any justice for her friends now, she knew that it was down to her. “It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be fine.” She repeated the words over and over until she felt her feet touch the bottom of bed. Dragging her freezing body out onto the shore of the town, she collapsed onto the ground below. “It’s going to be fine.” She whispered as her eyes closed.

Kindness that runs so deep within you that it shine like a beacon on a pitch black night.

Olivia.

I ran towards the train station, I knew with everything that had happened this morning that there was a huge chance that I would miss this. Please let the train still be there, I couldn’t miss it. Running through the double doors of the station I headed straight for platform four. I had been counting down the days for this journey all week, possibly longer and this was my one chance, I couldn’t and wouldn’t let that go to waste. I ran through the tunnel that would take me right out onto the platform where my train should be waiting. As I neared the opening I could see it still sat their in all its blue and yellow glory. I slowed my frantic run to more of a fast paste walk as my feet landed on the platform. A few more steps and I was pushing the button to the right of the door forcing it to open. I had done it, I had made the train that would take me all the way into the city and to the place that was potentially, hopefully going to change my life. I turned to the left and through the narrow door that would lead me straight to my seat. Hopefully the half an hour journey would allow me to get my thoughts in order to what the hell I was going to say in the interview. I didn’t think somehow they would think that highly of someone who walked in, burst into tears and begged and pleaded for a new job. But that’s how I felt, that desperate. My job back home was good, that wasn’t the problem, no my problem lied with the person that shared the office with me. Why is it that some people think they are just so much better than someone else? Why do some people think that they can bully their way to the top because they think they can do a better job than the one your doing? I had always been confident in my position but over the last few months the constant put downs had taken their toll. Sleepless nights and panic attacks before entering my place of work where now something that over the past few months had become a normal part of my day.

I looked at the seat numbers at the top of each seat. Why is it that every time you step onto a train, you always seemed to be at the opposite end to where your seat is? I carried on shuffling my way down the narrow walk way as the train made a jolt forward as it started to move. I grabbed hold of the headrest to my left to stop me from falling forward. My seat was two places in front of me and I closed my eyes momentarily and sighed as the back of a mans head showed someone would be sitting next to me. I just hoped that he wasn’t a talker.

George.

I had been stood on the platform for just under an hour when I saw the train finally making its appearance. I had to be here, in this station, I just wasn’t sure getting on the train was the best thing to do. There was nothing for me at the other end now. I had nothing to return to in the city, she had seen to that. I had known what I was going to do today as soon as I walked out of the court house, I just wasn’t sure when I was going to do it. My heart pounded as the train got closer, but by the time the train got to the end of the platform it wasn’t putting out enough speed to knock a bird over never mind put me out of my mystery. No I would have to board the train, travel to the city then find one that would take me off this planet once and for all. I watch as it pulls to a stop in front of me, all the time thinking what it would be like to be laying underneath its wheels. The doors of the train opened almost as if they where telling me to go inside instead of underneath it, I did as it wanted and stepped on board. It won’t be long though, I was sure at some point today the tracks would take my life. I stepped through the doors and turned right and made my way up the carriage to find my seat. I prayed that I would be sat alone, the last thing I wanted was to be sat next to some person that wanted to tell me their life story. I had had enough of life, mine or anyone else’s. I looked towards the two seats where one of them had my number on it, a small bit of relief washed over me at the sight of them being empty. Sitting down I closed my eyes trying to think about the best place to go to end it all.

Olivia.

“Hi would you mind if I get to my seat, it’s the window one?” I asked trying my best not to sound irritated at the thought of having to sit next to someone for the whole journey. I wasn’t sure if the man that had already taken his seat was asleep or not but either way it didn’t take him long to open his eyes and stand to make room for me to squeeze in. Sitting down I glanced out of the window at the fast paced scenery as we left the town behind. I placed my head against the window sighing as the coolness of the glass pressed against my burning forehead. I can’t believe I almost missed the train. I had had a phone call from work about a meeting, the only thing that did was make it obvious to me, as if it wasn’t before how much I needed this trip today. They had wanted me in the office even though this day had been booked of for weeks. Sitting upright I fished into my handbag that was tight on my lap and brought out my notebook. Normal people nowadays have gone digital, but I have always preferred the old fashioned way of writing things down. Flicking through the list of questions I had for the job interview I glanced up to the man next to me. He was staring at the back of the chair in front in that awkward way that meant I was going to have to say something. “So you going to the city?”

George.

As soon as I heard the woman’s voice and had to open my eyes I knew that she would talk to me. She seamed the type as soon as I saw her that she wasn’t someone to practice comfortable silence. “Well this is the train that goes to the city.” I said then hated myself. I didn’t mean to be snappy with her, it wasn’t her fault after all. I took a deep breath then spoke again. “Yes, but not for long.” My gaze fell to my knees, I couldn’t make eye contact with the woman, I guess I was afraid of what she might see. “Me too.” She replied. “Job interview.” She continued to talk me through the problems with her job. I was slightly confused at why she was telling me it all but then I got the impression she just wanted to unload.

“So tell me about you, do you live in the city?” She asked after around twenty minutes of conversation about her. I did feel for her by now. Nobody deserves to feel the way she did in the work place. But at least she had a job. “No, well I did once but not anymore. I had to go back to town. Family matters.” “Oh really.” She said and I could tell that she wanted to know more. It was probably because she felt guilty now for talking that long about herself. “My mother and father died and I had that to sort and I was hoping to see my son after, let’s just say a long time. But it turns out he’s moved and now I have nothing. I gave up my flat when I helped out mum and dad, now the council have taken theirs so I have nothing.” I turned to look at her then and I saw sadness in her eyes. She pitied me, it was written all over her face. I turned my gaze away again, it was a look that I couldn’t stand.

Olivia.

Sadness, that’s way I saw in his eyes. And when he spoke you could tell that this was a man with nothing left to live for. I had bent his ear for god knows how long about all the stupid stresses of work and this was a man going through more turmoil than I would wish on anyone. I had only been sat with him for a short while but he seemed like a decent person. He didn’t deserve to have that look on his face. There was something about him. “So what are your plans now then?” I asked forcing him to look at me again. I tried my best to remove the sadness from my face, I guessed that would be the last thing he wanted to see. “Honestly before stepping onto this train I was about to jump under it.” He said it so calmly it took me by surprise and I gasped. “I am sorry, I don’t no why I said it like that. You don’t need to hear about it.” “No it’s ok, you sound like you do need someone to talk to.” I said. With the way that he just came out and said it I could tell that he meant every word. I was worried for him now. The way that he was sat there it was like he was already gone.

George.

What the hell had I been thinking? Why did I have to come out and say it like that. This poor woman with a mind full of other things now has to sit next to a middle aged man and listen to him tell her that he was just about to end his life. “I’m Olivia by the way.” She said reaching her hand out to me. “George.” I said before shaking hers. Just then a voice came over the tannoy announcing we were coming into the station. “Well it’s time for your interview.” I said and managed a small smile. I really hoped that she would just put what I had said behind her and would just carry on, as soon as I looked at her face again though I knew that she wasn’t about to do that. “Well George you worried now.” She said and returned my smile with one of her own. “Don’t be it’s ok.” I said and it was strange, it felt like she was someone who I had known for along time. “Get off the train with me and come for a drink.” She said and it was more like an order than anything else. “No. You have things to do. And if what you have been telling me is true, you need a new job.” “But you having someone to talk to right now seems more important than anything. Please. I really don’t feel like people help each other out enough anymore. At the end of the day we are all just humans trying to get through this life thing the best we can. Let me help you.” I had no idea where this woman had come from but as the train pulled to a stop and we stood up from our seats I knew that with the offer of that drink she had just saved me. At least from dying today.

The body lay cooling on the ground as his footsteps moved away. He felt elated as he ran, he had just done the thing he had waited years to do.

A friend is a person you should always trust. Someone you can turn too. They should never tell anyone what you discuss. And they should always just be there for you.

But what if that person is not who they seem. What if they have lied in the past. Can they ever be a real part of your team? Can you trust them with those secrets that are vast?

This is a story that explores that meaning. If someone can really change. It could just leave us all reeling. From the secrets they feel are up for exchange.

“I want to leave my marriage behind.” One friend said to the other. “I feel like I am going out of my mind.” She hoped this was a secret her friend would not uncover.

“We haven’t always seen eye to eye.” She hoped this would bring them closer. “But please don’t say that I am ready to say goodbye.” All she hoped now was that woman would not expose her.

The woman sat and listened to her plea. Knowing full well what she would do. All while drinking her friends herbal tea. She did try and see it from the woman’s point of view.

She left the house later that day. She dialled a number on her phone. She knew everything she had to say. It turned out she had not grown.

“She is leaving him you know.” “She told me she cannot stay.” The woman walked slow Spilling the secrets she learned today.

Her friend should have known and joined the dots. Leopards never change their spots.

I moved forward on the broken up red path. I honestly thought that it would look better than this. My heaven, the one that I always imagined, I would walk the path of peace. One that was lightly coloured and surrounded by such beauty. The smell of the wild flowers that grew on either side, and birds that greeted me with their song as I traveled up to the gates that waited for me. But this path was nothing like I could have thought up. Deep red almost like the colour of fresh blood, holes that where deep ran along it making it difficult for me to walk without my ankle turning over. Death was the thing that greeted me at either side of this path. Every step that I took was a reminder of death from the blackness of the ground to the skulls and bones of what looked like various creatures. I stumbled a few times and it forced me concentrate on where I was heading and not on what I was leaving behind me. I started to wonder then about what I would find at the end of the path, where was my little slice of heaven that was supposed to have been waiting for me at the end of my time?

Eventually the path grew narrower and at either side the blackened earth made way for huge gouges. I felt truly alone now. I could see some iron bars making an appearance in front of me and I knew then that I had arrived, I hadn’t arrived at the place where I thought I was heading, but at least I had arrived somewhere.

The gates were a rusted red colour and I could already feel the heat that was on the other side as I got closer to them. For the first time since my life ended I was beginning to feel scared but not only that I was starting to realise that I probably hadn’t been placed in heaven at all. Of course I had started to think about the place that I had come to on the walk up but now it was really starting to enter my head. I reached out after a few moments of looking at the bars of the gate only to snatch my hand away in a nanosecond after the boiling hot bars scorched the flesh on my fingers. “Step away from the bars! Do not touch the bars!” The deep voice roared as a heavy set man walked towards me. “Name.” He snapped at me, not giving me any chance to speak first. “Dean Maple.” My voice came out in a whisper of sorts as I could feel my voice box shaking. “Name!” He barked louder at me.” “Dean Maple.” I managed to repeat this time a little louder. “Not on the list.” Was all he said before stepping further away from the bars. “What? Sorry what do you mean.” Nothing about this was making any sense to me. “Your not on the list, must of come here by mistake.” “I don’t understand, where is here?” I asked, hopeful that at last I might be able to get some answers. “This is hell. You are not on the list.” “Hell.” I was so confused, why had I been sent to hell? I always did my best in life, tried not to live in anyway sinful manly for this reason. Why had I been sent here? “You are not on the list so therefore you are not meant to be here.” The man spoke again and moved back towards me slightly. “I don’t no where I am supposed to go. I don’t no what to do.” I sounded desperate now but this strange man, whoever he was that was in-front of me was my only hope.

“Step in.” He said suddenly after a few moments where I honestly thought he wasn’t going to talk to me again. I stumbled forward slowly, of course I was nervous about walking through the gates of hell. After the way I had lived my life and all the story’s that I had heard about the place that I was now about to walk into. And don’t forget I was not supposed to be here. “What happens now?” I asked as I washed him close the gates behind me as soon as I crossed over to his side. “I’ll find out how to get you to where you are supposed to be.” He said and his voice had softened slightly. An overnight feeling of great fullness came over me. “Thank you.” I managed. “Keep walking and settle in, I will find you when the time is right.” And that was the last thing he said before he left me.

It has been weeks now, I am not sure of just how many, but a lot. It’s not all bad though, yes the time drags and as you might imagine it is hell but that is all to be kind of expected. When I first set off though from them gates and walked the long distance further into this place, I hadn’t a clue what to expect. I walked onward on a black gravel path. The place was as black as the sky at midnight with not a star to be seen. The only light coming from red lamps placed along the path. The sky erupted with the screams of hundreds if not thousands of me and my once beating heart jumped as if it still had some life left. Looking to my right and left faces started to appear out of the gloom. Both men and women were watching me as I walked, all with the same sorry full expressions on their faces. My blood ran cold. A doorway for what looked like the entrance to a room appeared out of nowhere in front of me, pushing it open I was greeted with yet more screaming, this time much louder than what was on the outside and people. People of various ages turned to look at me, all of them had ghostly expressions. The screams that could be heard didn’t appear to be coming from any of them. I noticed a number of people crouched down against the wall of the room all with their hands over their ears and heads, some rocking back and forth as if they couldn’t take the noise anymore. I wondered how long those people had been here, how long did it take for the noise around them to get too much?

I had been in that room for what I thought to be a few hours before a man turned to speak to me. “You have an eternity in here.” Was what he said, I didn’t correct him. I somehow didn’t have the heart to tell someone who would have that long in that place that it was only a matter of time before someone came to take me off to heaven. He had the same face as everyone else, like what ever had once lived inside of him was long since dead, there was nothing behind his eyes. I asked him then why he was in this place. “Life.” Was all he said at first.

I saw the same man again a while later and it was then that he told me about what his life had been like. He wasn’t the only person there then though and it wasn’t long before I was talking to a group of men about how it was that they came to be in hell. All had done truly terrible things when alive but not all the reasons behind them had been so simple. None of them that I had spoken too had done the things they had because they were terrible people, most did it in order to just survive and yet here they were for the rest of time in this place. All I kept thinking was how easy it could have been me. All it would have taken is one wrong move and I could have made the same mistakes as they had. Something else struck me though while speaking to them, it was just how honest they all were. They had done those bad things and they weren’t about to hide it.

As the days and weeks went on, I spoke to more and more of those that now called hell home. Most of them where the same, they had made bad judgment calls but all of them were honest. I had spent my whole life going to church and talking to the people that went there and never once could I have said those people where as honest as these, and non of those church goers where here. No they had made it into the place where I was heading, heaven. I started to think, where they the people that I wanted to spend forever with? I had spent my years on earth surrounded with that type and if I was honest they made me feel like nothing but crap. Why would I want to put myself through that again.

Hell is awful, as I guessed it should be. But there was something real about the place, more real than I would find anywhere. The people where honest about what they had done. Most of them where the worst that man kind could have spat out but they were all real and honest. No one lied about what they were l, no one was trying to be better than anyone else and no one stabbed another in the back, well in this place they didn’t a few had on earth but they told me about it.

Now that the weeks are passing and still no one has come to move me along, and I am glad in so many ways. The screams can get to you like they do so many every single day, but for me I want to stay because of the people I have met, real people.