Death cannot be trusted (a Kurt Cobain story)

Do you love me?

AN: This chapter may not be appropriate for some readers (mentions of sexual abuse)

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*1 month later
Being in the hands of the devil was terrible. I was tortured every day, and not just in a physical way. "Well, I'll return my love," Satan breathed in my ear. When I was sure that the door was closed, I tried to pry myself free from the chains I was in. In an hour, I managed to free myself. I gathered some clothing and went to find Kurt.

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"Liv," Kurt sighed. "What happened to you?" I opened my mouth to say something, but only I weak sob escapes my lips. I lost everything. I fell to my knees crying. Crying like I haven't cried in years. Kurt pulled me into a warm embrace as he comforted me. Soon, I fell into a heavy slumber.

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When I woke up, I had to explain to Kurt how Satan tortured me. He shackled me to the wall on the first day and never let me down. He hit me constantly. Across the face, the arms, legs, etc. He always convinced me that my parents never loved me. That Kurt never loved me. Even that Kayla never was my friend. After a few days, it got more brutal. He would take off my clothes and grab my breasts. Then he started to rape me. He raped me every day that I was down there. I figured Kurt find me disgusting and leave me, but he didn't. He stayed. He even told me what it was like being an angel. He told me that it was pretty nice in heaven. Except for the whole "Gods hates fags" thing. He would always get upset when he saw stuff like that in heaven; ever since he found out that I was bisexual. "You know," he began. "You really need to tell somebody about this. God isn't going to like the fact that one of his 'children' is being abused." I laughed when he put air quotes around children. "Well who should I tell about this? It's not like I go around telling people 'hey I've been raped by Satan.'" I sighed and put my face in my hands. Some days, especially the days I was down there, I really wish I was still alive.
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"You know, if you want to so bad, you can go back home," said Jesus. "Shh. My boyfriend is out there and I don't want him to here me," I whispered. I told Jesus my dilemma and apparently he can read minds or something and he knew that I wanted to go home. I just didn't know about it though. I mean I missed my mom (sorta) and Chris, but was it worth it? I tried to ask Jesus why I hadn't seen Kayla down here at all, and he avoided my question. Which I find highly suspicious. If I saw Kayla, it might not make me homesick. I opened my mouth to ask, but Jesus shooed me out of the room. As the door was slammed behind me, I look up to find Kurt crying. "Why are you crying babe?" He never answered. Several tears later, he replied. "You don't really love me, do you?"