Hell Found Me

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Chapter 2 Tortured Youth

Hell was not easier on me when I was a child. He told me, at a very early age, that I was not to let anyone know of him. I was not to tell anyone what he did to me, even then.

I am always with you, child, he told me, and I shall know, and you shall be punished most severely. Do not make me punish you, child.

And, feeling the cruel ice of his fingers clasp the back of my neck for Hell can be hot or cold as he wishes I obeyed. This is the first I say about Hell. I will never let others read what I here have written.

Hell frightens me terribly. He is nearly always pressed against me, or less than an inch away. A hand of his is always ready to clench upon my shoulder or arm should I begin to displease him. His wrath is terrible if I do.

He forbids me to go to church, for he cannot enter a sacred dwelling. I was made to go by my mother, once, and he nearly killed me. As I was about to cross the threshold that he could not, he reached into my chest and gripped my heart, making it stop for several seconds. I convulsed and fell to the ground, nearly dead, but Hell let go, and although I remained in a coma for two days, he let me live. I do not think this was a blessing. I believe that it was his greed to keep me.

Hell strikes me as he sees this. His hand burns, leaving a vast red mark across my back. I am forbidden to cry out when he hurts me. I clench my teeth against the pain as he laughs horribly in my ear. He knows that no other shall ever see this, though, and does not make me erase the words I write. Ah! He has bitten me. He lays his mouth against my neck and pierces my skin with his razor teeth. He tastes my blood and licks his thin lips, his evil laugh raising hair on the back of my neck.

I do not look at him. I try to avoid this. Hell is not a man, of course, and has no stable body. Others cannot see him. He has flesh only when he desires it, as when he rapes me. He has somewhat of a face, with only darker black shadows as eyes, which glow bright scarlet when he is angry. There is no nose upon his face, but simply a black hole, as a death s head would have. His lips, as I mentioned, are very thin, and often curled back in a sneer.

He can make himself a spirit and possess my body. He does not often like to do this, because I am often very tired afterward and cannot respond to him. Hell can do anything and everything that is terrible and evil. He cannot love. He does not love me he only lusts upon my body. He takes pleasure in hurt. He tells me that I amuse him greatly, but he does not and cannot love me.

Hell has had enough of my stationary body for now. He grips my wrist and drags me to bed. Adieu.

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