Cora and her Escape from Hell

Amanda

~Chapter 2: Amanda~

I don't know exactly how I got here. Everyone here has different theories. I also don't know who's theory seems to be the most logical. But what I do know, is that I need to find out. That is the first step in creating an escape plan. There is an old woman here. Probably in her early 70's. She seems crazy to me, but Jordan doesn't think so. Jordan is actually pretty close to her. He sometimes even likes to think of her as a grandmother. Maybe he is just close to her because he lacks an adult in his life. Someone to care for him. I used to feel like that, but that was one of my weaknesses. I couldn't afford to feel that way anymore.

I remember Jordan once telling me that she could play an important role in escaping. His words were, "Cora, I need you to listen close to me and do not interrupt me. You can ask questions after I finish what I need to say. Amanda, the old lady you think is crazy is far from it. She is actually extraordinarily intelligent. She is pretending she is mental as a trick. She believes no one will hurt her if she is insane. At least none of us. The hooded men will hurt anyone. But... That doesn't matter. As I was saying, she has this amazing theory that everyone here in the warehouse, well... We are in hell. Now as I said before, do not interrupt me. All of us here have died. The reason we don't know this is because it was so quick and fast that we didn't feel it. Most of us don't know how. And the people I used to think are insane, probably just keep reliving their death and can't seem to forget it. They are driving themselves insane, trying to forget. She says the only reason why she thinks this is true is because she remembers how she died. And she remembers seeing the light slowly fade. Apparently, fire began to surround her. She felt like every inch of her body was melting to nothing. Then she blacked out and woke up here. I think that the only way to escape hell is to enter into limbo. Then finally, Heaven. If any of that exists, I don't know. But it must be better than where we are here. Cora, please trust me. We don't belong here. I am sick and tired of waking up and hoping that one day the hooded men will finally kill me and end my suffering. Cora, It's not humanly possible to endure this pain, and still be alive. I always thought there was something different about this place. And now I know. It's because we aren't human anymore. And we aren't even on Earth. We are dead. In Hell.