Behind Closed Doors

Level 1

With the knife in my hand I feel a sense of power. I feel like I can finally get my revenge on the man who literally chopped me up to pieces.. So all my morals flew out the window and I went power crazy. I laughed a hearty laugh and walked up to him and traced the blade along the side of his face. Just slightly making a slim tear in the skin. He began laughing.. And I snapped back into reality but only long Enough to hear him say "you'll have to do better than that son". I shook my head and grinned at the fact I get to rip him apart. And without even paying any attention to what I was doing, I just started chopping as hard as I could, hitting any flesh I could seem to find. It felt like I was high.. This man's well being is in my hands and I said 'fuck it'.. And kept slamming the blade into his open wounds as me as their creator, tuning out the screams of sheer terror and shrieks of pain.. As my fathers blood splattered all over my face. I crept up as he was panting gasping for air, and whispered "how do you like it now Daddy"? He just slightly lifted his top lip to create a weak smile, and snapped, and he sat up. Chains gone, holes gone he looked normal like we were just sitting at this blood stained table having a conversation about tea. A gate opened from what seemed like nowhere, and had the Roman numeral I above it written in blue flames. My father smiled and said "this is your entrance to the first layer step through to get to Limbo". "Limbo"? I ask, but it was too late I was lifted to the other side of the gate, paralyzed with fear to turn around. I just stand there as he says "thank you Boy.. Now I'm free to rest" I feel my eyes begin to tear up.. Even though this man was evil, he was still my father, and I still love him. And it hurts to know I'm never going to see him again. But I just inhale a calm breathe and decide to walk into limbo. I turned around expecting flames and fiery despair, but all there is fields of green, and a castle in the far distance. I was wondering if this was Heaven, but I felt a strong feeling in my stomach saying this isn't exactly what it seems.. I walk around seeing people milling around peppered out. And that's it just people er ghosts walking around like they're in their own little world. I began to pick up my pace of walking to ask what was happening. I discovered a beautiful women just barely over 20 weeping, laying beneath a hypnotizing oak tree in a gorgeous silky white dress. "Miss are you okay"? I ask her slightly nudging her soft blonde hair while tapping her shoulder. She just stays there sobbing not even affected by my efforts to reach her. I keep trying nudging her talking to her touching her.. None of it seems to work. And then she speaks which surprised me for I'd been trying to get her to talk for what felt like hours.. But it seemed that she wasn't talking to me.. But rather anyone who she thought might be listening.. "Why do I have to be alone? Why God why"? She begins to sob even harder.. "But I'm right her Miss I'm here right in front of you you're not alone"! I continue with this until I decide to give up.. She obviously doesn't hear me or wants to be alone.. I ran up and down the fields trying to talk to every person I could find.. They all seem to feel alone.. But they don't realize there are thousands of people milling around just like them! Then a bolt of lighting strikes, and the castle appears about ten feet from my body. The doors slowly creak open, and a interesting voice tells me to enter. I look around hopelessly to see if anyone saw the castle.. I guess not because they all carried on with their own depressing business.. I cautiously entered waiting for something horrible to happen.. Because this is apparently Hell and you can't trust the devil. I follow the voices directions to take a let here, and keep going straight, to avoid that trap you almost fell into. Eventually I reached what seemed to be the underground remains of what probably used to be a throne room of sorts, with a man sitting on a palace chair made of bones, who I knew from history and fantasy books I had read.. Orpheus.. The Orpheus sitting in front of me? I try to pull myself together because there was a heroic man sitting in front of me.. And to add to the stress.. I'm in Hell.. "Well it seems like you're a special one", he says while wiggling his eyebrows. I just stare at him with confusing pulsing through my veins. "Look kid I don't want to be here anymore than you do, so let's just get this over with". I take a definite breath of relief, and nod slowly still be vigilant about surprised that could have me decapitated or worse.. Stuck in limbo for the rest of eternity alone. I shudder at the thought of being here more than a day or so.. " fine so what do you mean I'm a special one"? I ask grunting.. "Well you can see them can't you"? He says in a mighty tone of voice yet nurturing.. "I um.. Yea I can.. But can they see me"? He laughs and it shakes the entire room, as rubble begins to fall he hurry's it up a bit... "Look you're special you can see them and only the ones who can see get to move on to the second layer". I feel like a idiot for not remembering this is one layer out of many.. I take a steady breath in and out and ask him "so how do I get out"? He laughs yet again and speaks.. What I have to do disturbs me more than dismembering my father. "You boy have to eat your own arm". I felt nauseated.. And turned around and puked up whatever stomach acid I had left.. And that just seems to amuse him.. He rolls his eyes, and says "you have till tomorrow to do it or you're stuck here forever". I nod slowly trying to keep myself from crying. But the pressure was too much.. And I let a tear slip out. I wipe it as soon as I could, and thankfully he was to busy playing with a fork he  was going to give me. He handed it to me, and turned some kind of dial thing and said "Go". I close my eyes until I hear the door close, and lock behind him. I began sobbing and looking at my arms in terror.. I close my eyes and pick up my arm and take a hunters knife out of my pocket. I began Slashing at my arm defiantly sawing bits and pieces off, trying to ignore the awful, excruciating pain. I keep my eyes closed so I don't see the blood. But believe me I smell it, and feel it pouring out of my body. Chills go down my spine and something pops, and I feel something heavy laying on my lap. I open my eyes to what looks like a lake of blood and minute pieces of my own skin. I look over to my stub to see my bone was still there, and the meat on my arm just slid off and onto my lap. I smell the air in disgust the metallic scent was putrid. I picked up the meat with my remaining trembling arm. And stuffed it into my face, it was much harder to bite off than I had expected and the taste was so unbelievably salty I felt like I would rather stay in limbo. Bite after bite I get even more queasy and eventually hours later I finish.. Shaking and vomiting blood and bits of bone.. I yell to Orpheus " I did it my arms gone all gone come in here you bastard"! All that happened was another pair of gates opened, and the voice said "hey there, come here to face my wrath" the voice was female, and then suddenly I couldn't control my body