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A short story about a girl who ends up in the wrong place, and her bully trying to make things right.

HE Double Hockey Sticks

HE Double Hockey Sticks By Mari

Heat is the first thing I feel. Soft, at first, but slowly increasing in intensity until I can no longer bear it. I feel it all along the back of my body.

My eyes flicker open. I see red and orange and a thick gray fog. I use my hands to push myself up into a sitting position.

I hear a sizzle, and when I look at my palms, they are red and covered in angry blisters.

The sky is entirely red. It seems to go on forever, but if I squint, I think I can see a black roof of inky fog.

I get to my feet and look around, and that's when I realize that the fog isn't actually fog. It's smoke. Smoke from the fires that rage throughout the black, rocky plain that I am standing on.

It stretches for as far as I can see. There are cracks here and there that expose bright red magma beneath it. I take in a breath of hot air. It burns my mouth, my throat, my lungs.

I cough and gasp for more poison air, which makes me cough more.

"Careful, now, Eliza" a deep voice says from behind me. "I don't want you to die before all the fun happens."

From my hunched over position on the ground, I can see a shadow looming in front of me. It's tall, with curved sticks protruding from what appears to be its head.

I gather myself, stand up, and slowly turn around.

The first thing I see are the feet. They are at least four times bigger than mine and the toenails are cracked and dirty. I look higher, and see the red, defined legs.

Even higher, and I see the tunic that covers his torso. It's made of what appears to be human skin.

My eyes travel higher still, and what I see next sends me into another coughing fit from my sharp inhale.

Looking down at me is a face of malice. I can see nearly every curve and sharp line of his skull through his red skin.

He has no hair, which draws all the more attention to the curved horns implanted in his head. He grins down at me, a grin that is anything but kind. He has no regular teeth.

Instead, pearly white spikes protrude from his black gums. And his eyes.... His eyes are the worst part.

They are coal black and cruel. And if I look closely, I see visions of unimaginable pain from poor tortured souls, thousands of years of it.

"Of course," the Devil says, "-you can't die here."

"What," I gasp. "What am I here for? What's my punishment?"

The Devil looks down at me. His smile stretches wider, giving it a maniacal look. "You're not being punished. You are the punishment."

I am speechless. He grabs my arm with a meaty hand and drags me along. I can barely keep up with his long strides.

"Where are we going?"

"To meet your victim," he growls.

We arrive at a school building. Not just any school building, the one I attended in elementary school. He shoves the doors open with such force that I'm surprised they don't fly off their hinges.

He takes me down the cinder block hallways. My feet drag on the linoleum floors. I've always thought school was hell, but hellish enough to be a punishment for all of eternity? That's just crazy.

He stops outside a door labeled "Custodian Supplies".

I look up at him in confusion. "What am I supposed to do?"

Before he can respond, I hear desperate screams from the closet. It sounds like a child.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE LET ME OUT! THERE ARE SPIDERS!"

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘¦. 𝐴𝑛 π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘œπ‘™. πΈπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’; π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ , π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘šπ‘–π‘›, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘›π‘ .

𝐼 π‘ π‘Žπ‘€ π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘Ž π‘ π‘›π‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘. 𝐼 π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’. π‘Šπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ.

π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘–π‘π‘’. 𝑂𝑓 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’, π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘–π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  𝑑𝑖𝑑. π‘Šπ‘’ 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑐𝑒𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“π‘“.

𝐼 π‘π‘’π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘€π‘Žπ‘™π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  𝑒𝑠. 𝐴𝑠 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘‘ 𝑒𝑠, π‘‘π‘€π‘œ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘š π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘ .

𝐼 π‘œπ‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘› π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛. 𝑀𝑦 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘  π‘ π‘œπ‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘‘.

"𝐻𝑒𝑦! π‘Šβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘”? 𝐿𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘!"

𝑀𝑦 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑. "π‘π‘œ, Alex," 𝐼 π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘.

𝑀𝑦 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑓𝑖𝑑 π‘œπ‘“ 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘—π‘œπ‘˜π‘’.

"𝐼'π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝐴𝑙𝑒π‘₯ π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’. 𝐼'π‘š π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘Ž!"

"π‘‚β„Ž, 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑑 he π‘ π‘œ 𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑦?" 𝐼 π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘ .

π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘Ž π‘π‘’π‘”π‘Žπ‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦. "𝐿𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘, π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’!"

"π»π‘š, 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘˜... π‘π‘œ!"

π‘Šπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘Ž'𝑠 π‘ π‘œπ‘π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘  𝑀𝑒 π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘¦π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦.

𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘› β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘π‘  π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘šπ‘ .

"𝐿𝐸𝑇 𝑀𝐸 π‘‚π‘ˆπ‘‡! 𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝑇 𝑀𝐸 π‘‚π‘ˆπ‘‡! 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝑆𝑃𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆!"

π‘Šπ‘’ π‘˜π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘  𝑖𝑓 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘.

"π‘‡π»πΈπ‘Œ'𝑅𝐸 πΆπ‘…π΄π‘ŠπΏπΌπ‘πΊ π‘ˆπ‘ƒ π‘€π‘Œ 𝐿𝐸𝐺𝑆! 𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸!"

π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘”π‘Žπ‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ. 𝑀𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘π‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑠.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘Ž π‘ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑝 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘‘. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.

π‘Šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘˜ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘’π‘›π‘™π‘œπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ.

π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘Ž π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘›'𝑠 π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘‘, π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘‘. π΅π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘’π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘› π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™π‘ . π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘.

𝑀𝑦 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Ž π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ.

"πΈπ‘™π‘–π‘§π‘Ž, π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑀𝑒 π‘‘π‘œ?" π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜π‘’π‘‘.

"𝐿𝑒𝑑'𝑠 π‘”π‘œ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘¦," 𝐼 π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘’.

π‘Šπ‘’ π‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘  𝑖𝑓 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘‘. π‘π‘œ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑀𝑒'𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑑, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝑀𝑒 π‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜.

π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘Ž π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘“π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘Ž π‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘› π‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘™ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘‘. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑓 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘™π‘‘, π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž 𝑒𝑠.

π‘†β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘”π‘œ.

I can't speak. I'm here to torture Angelina for all of eternity? This is the worst possible thing that Satan himself could come up with? But there is one other thing I don't know.

"Why is she being punished?" I ask.

The Devil snapped his fingers and conjured a list out of nowhere. "Let's see," he said, scanning the piece of paper.

"Child abuse, theft, driving under the influence, second degree murder, child sex trafficking, rape- the list goes on."

My jaw drops.

"But let me ask you a question, Eliza" the Devil continues. "How does it feel to know that you were this poor soul's worst moment. Better yet, that you were the cause of all her misery?"

"What-"

"Angelina was traumatized after the way you treated her in elementary and middle school. She was diagnosed with anxiety at age eleven, then severe depression at thirteen.

How does it make you feel that your abuse towards her haunted her for the rest of her life and indirectly caused her to commit the majority of these crimes?"

"But-"

"Did you know that she got pregnant at fifteen and committed suicide when she was twenty-seven? Do you sleep well at night knowing that you ruined this girl's life?

While you had a loving family, a college education, a steady job, and a supportive spouse, she was on a slippery mental slope for the rest of her life because of the way you treated her.

Does that make you happy?"

The Devil gives me a horrible smile and leaves me there in the hallway. The only noise is the sound of Angelina's screams and her fists upon the door.

I look down at my hands. They are small and pudgy, like a child's. The Devil transformed me into a child again so I can recreate that moment during the assembly. For all of eternity.

No. Angelina doesn't belong in that closet, nor does she belong down here. I do.

I unlock the door. Angelina in her child form comes tumbling out. She looks up at me, her face contorted in fear and anger.

"Get up," I say. "We're getting you out of here."

***

We stand at a crossroad. We had followed the Devil out of the school, hoping he took us somewhere important, and he led us here.

There are two doors, one labeled "Heaven" and the other labeled "Earth". The Devil walks through the "Earth" door.

"He's going to torment the human race through nightmares," Angelina whispers.

I nod, although I don't know how she knows that. I'm just glad she's talking to me in a civil way. My ears are still ringing from her yells. I rub the part of my face where she slapped me.

As soon as he is out of sight, we dash for the "Heaven" door.

Just beyond the door is an elevator that only has an up button.

"We're going to talk to God, if he even exists, and we're going to fix this," I say.

We finally reach the top. The elevator doors slide open with a ding, revealing a floor of fluffy clouds for as far as I can see.

I leap out and bound across the clouds, Angelina right behind me. We run straight through the golden gates and into a building made of clouds.

We skip security, much to the annoyance of the guards. They run after us.

"Come on! Faster! We need to find God!" I shout back to her.

We pass doors left and right. I select one at random, grab Angelina, and pull her inside with me.

We hear the guards run past us. I sigh in relief.

"That was close," I say. "Come on, let's go-"

Angelina isn't paying attention, and suddenly, neither am I.

Right in front of us is a line of spirits, or souls. They have no special features or anything that distinguishes them from one another. They're wispy and white, almost like ghosts.

Except they aren't dead. They haven't even been born yet. I know that because they're walking through a portal labeled "To Be Born".

"Angelina, I think we just found a solution for you," I whisper.

"No."

I gape at her. "What do you mean, no?"

"I don't want to go back. I hated my life."

"I don't think you're going back to your old life. I think you get a completely new one."

"Will I remember my old life?"

"I don't think so."

Angelina takes a small step towards the portal. She looks at me one last time before walking through it.

As she walks through, her soul momentarily turns into a wispy white one, just like the others, then disappears.

I let out a breath. I may have ruined her life, but I believe that I made things right.

Disclaimer: I am not a religious person. I know some stuff about Christianity, but very little about other religions. This was just my imagination so please don't take offense to anything I said regarding the depictions of Heaven and Hell and Satan and God and things like that. I don't think I said anything offensive but I just wanted to make sure to let you guys know that I'm not trying to disrespect religion.

It's 2 AM. I'm tired. I apologize for any inconsistencies or plot holes. Also that last thing with the pictures was Angelina's new life, in case you didn't catch on. I hope you guys liked it! Thank you for reading! -Mari <3

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