I kept falling and falling and falling. Down, down to the very bowels of Hell. I couldn’t even explain His face. He had long. sharp fangs and glow green eyes that pierced through my very soul. His tail swished from side to side brewing a cloud of smoke. My face was twisted in terror and he enjoyed the sight.
I screamed all I could. Cryed out for my friends. But it just didn’t help. A sharp pain stabbed at my back and I realized I had stopped falling. I had landed on a sharp, pointed rock that dug through my flesh and ripped my intestines and stomach…..
I awoke, screaming.
I looked up. I saw my boyfriend and realized he was holding a tissue in his hands. His cheeks were flushed and tears streamed down his face.
“You fell,” he explained. “Into a pit. We just now pulled you out.”
“I thought you were dead.” said my best friend, Liz.
She obvioucly was still crying. She hugged her. But when she pulled away from me, I noticed the swab of blood on her stomach. I pointed to my friend’s stomach. But I didn’t see my hand.
“I’m sorry.” said my boyfriend.
“For what?” I asked.
But it was like he never heard me.
“What’s going on!?!?” I yelled.
A blast of thunder cracked the air and a bolt of lightning split the sky. The rain began to fall. It felt cool on my bruised up face. I looked down at my body and found I was wearing a long, silk black dress. I was holding a single rose.
“I’m sorry,” my boyfriend said again. “I shouldn’t of let you go in alone. We might of died together.”