Bella Owens' Hell

Part 6

A loud honking sound ensued. Bella ran to try to stop the woman from walking into the path of the oncoming car, but she wasn't fast enough.

    "No no no no!" Bella cried. "Stay with me."

    The woman looked lifeless, the color had drained from her face, and there was blood spewing from her mouth. Bella tried to wipe it off her mother's face with her apron but more and more kept flowing.

The driver stepped out of the car, it had been the man dressed in rags.

    "You absolute bastard!" Bella stomped towards Azreal. "You killed my mother! I don't even know her name!"

    "You must come to terms with her death or you will never leave this place," Azreal said, ignoring the body that is currently bleeding out on the pavement.

    "Damn it Carolina Reaper! Then who killed her?!"

    "That which, I do not know. You must escape this place and solve the mystery." Maybe Bella should have never taken it upon herself to pursue mechanical engineering. Maybe if she didn't, her mother would still be alive and she would have never lost her memory. They would have never been in this situation in the first place. God fucking damn it. Bella hates herself for it. Why is she so damn selfish?

    The next morning, Bella woke up to the soft and comforting aroma of coffee. She ruffled her hair and rubbed her eyes before putting on her glasses. Bella made her way to the kitchen and was met by a figure dressed in black rags, standing by the marble counter.

    The Grim Reaper, Bella thought. What is happening?

    There were two cups on the table. The figure poured the brewed coffee into both of the cups and took notice of Bella, who was standing frozen with her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came.

    "Don't freak out." The figure says, offering her one of the cups of coffee...