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Drip.


Drip.


Drip.


And so forth.

Until my tear ducts, swollen, tender and reddened stop. Tears stop falling. Stop hitting the invisible ground of this fucking void. Stop splashing against said ground and staining the bottom of my pants. Every word the split voice is telling me is the absolute truth, and there's no amount of wild speculation that'll make the lies I tried to stomach out of convenience - the truth. No no, the truth was that in the blink of an eye, an action that I could only remember through images is responsible for the deaths of five. That includes Anna. That doesn't however include me.

I'm dead. I've asked the voices through sobs multiple times; only to get met with silence. The cold shoulder. Avoiding the answer instead of cutely missing the point, maybe answering in some great riddle. Slipping a facade; a mask over the issue to make the pill that much easier to swallow. No, nothing.

I am dead. And I'm in Hell.

Where's Unknown Soldier to turn my hair white with his cum? Why am I actually sort of looking forward to that, anyway? I guess I'm up for anything, so long as it gets me far, far away from this abyss and these voices. Christ, even in death and I can't escape something that isn't even there telling me what's real, what to do, how to act.

Praise be to Dionysus, now get me out of here!

"Fine! You want the truth so badly?"


"It's far-"


"Worse!"

"Oh, will you two cut it out with the cryptic shit already?"

I spin around on my heel to greet the voice that came from behind me. Again, it was familiar, almost too familiar. I couldn't quite place my finger on where I heard it before, all I knew was it became a part of my daily life, for better or worse over the course of the last ten or so years. No no, she wasn't there from the beginning. Even in the zaniest of my possible delusions, I'd never forget her conception.

I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes as to see the source better. She's; she's here:

It was her. No, it was me.

Suddenly, I remember everything. And because of this sudden revelation; I'm pissed. My hands ball themselves into fists as I make my way towards myself; the past and present teaming up to try to stop the future. All that nice little hero bullshit. No no, this wasn't about being a hero. It never is.

"Oh, Jessica!" she screams loud enough to cover every inch of the abyss.

"What's wrong; didn't expect this?" I finish for her, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

"You said this wouldn't happen!"

"I said this shouldn't happen!"

"Now what?

"Now," I begin, confidence radiating out of my voice in such a way that's foreign to me.

"You're going to tell us everything."

A laugh, a hysterical laugh from beyond the deepest reaches of this Hell shakes me to my very core, and looks to have had the same effect on Kea. No, it wasn't going to be this easy. It never was. I take a deep breath and try to assure myself that everything I heard moments prior were all lies. This was a delusion, wasn't it? I close my eyes as tightly shut as possible, and open them. Nope, still stuck. Still here, still waiting for whatever it was that was tormenting me to come out with it. Tell us. Tell me.

"Aw, Kea's playing the big hero! How cute, is it not? How's that pyramid worshiping bitch you grew so fond of at to protect you? Where is she? Is she close enough for you to hide behind?"

"You, you bitch!"

"Is that all you can say? Color me disappointed! You can say so many things when you're peacefully behind someone who can fight all your battles before you; but when you're confronted with those odds alone - you seem to fuck it all up. Why is that, Kea?"

"I'll fucking kill you!"

"Why are you so... Weak?"

Smack! In the blink of an eye, Kea's launched backwards and skids across the ground on her back before coming to slow, eventual stop. She struggles to her feet, before the first voice begins to taunt her again.

"What was that about killing me, again? Do you really think you can do that? In here of all places? I am God here!"

"Because you don't actually exist here?" she says, spitting blood on the ground. "Or is it because you're more than content to hide in whatever far off, long forgotten crevice and refuse to intervene directly?"

"Acting tough will get you nowhere, Kea. Please, stop trying. It's getting tiresome, honestly. Also; who's to say I'm not directly intervening? I feel as though that shot was very much direct." The more this voice talks, the more recognizable it becomes. Miranda Tigris. What is she doing here?

"However, enough about the already broken piece. Let's get back to the task at hand. Oh, Jessie! You want to know everything? I'll tell you everything."

Gulp.

"They're dead; you're dead. Car accident. You knew all this already, right?"

I nod.

"Do you want to know who caused that accident, Jessie? Are you really sure you want to know everything?"

Again, I nod.

"It was you, Jessie. You killed them. Five others lay dead now, because of your recklessness. Now, what do you have to say for yourself, murderer?"

I drop to my knees, burying my face in my hands.

"Jessie? What are you doing?" I hear Anna ask over and over in my head, and once more I have to face that dreaded truth.

They're all dead. I'm dead.

And this?

This is my own, personal Hell.