She stood at hell’s gates for the first time, her thoughts on a speeding train, she was never able to focus on one solid thought.

As she was brought through the gates she could only imagine how bad she must’ve done in life to end up here.

What felt like an eternity to her had only been a few months, and when she got called back to the gates she seemed hesitant. She looked at the angel sent to bring her to what should’ve been her rightful place.

“No… I’d like to stay.”

She breathed out in a honey-like voice. The angel cocked its head to the side and spoke in a voice that almost sounded… mad?

“What do you mean you’d like to stay? You would be reunited with friends and family!”

She looked at the angel and nodded but stepped back slightly. If one thing was for certain…

She knew she didn’t want to be reunited with them.

Hell had made her feel content, safe, and even wanted. She was content with living in this place where she actually had a purpose, a meaning to keep going.