15-Day Writing Challenge

Day 7: Fallen Angel

Day 7: You/Your OC Dies. Imagine The Scenario On How They Did, And Maybe An Afterwards.

"Brendon! Calm down! They're just trying to help you!" Someone yelled, out of my view.

Whoever it was was probably right. They were just nurses and doctors, right? They wanted to help me, right? But no, this wasn't right. I couldn't stay here. I had to go.

If you love me, let me go! I shouted, pulling away, breaking free of the ropes that bound me. But they pushed me down again. There were too many of them. Soon, I lost motor function. I could no longer resist them. They picked me up and laid me in a box slightly longer than my body. They crossed my hands over my chest and closed my eyes. Then, they closed the box and lowered me into the ground.

Everything was dark. For a time that stretched into eternity, there was nothing.

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After the time that stretched into infinity, I awoke. All was dark inside the box except for the pure beams of light shining through. I had to get outside. And I could move. I burst out of box, the coffin. I shuddered.

Instantly, I was blinded. The piercing light surrounded me, and fog filled my lungs. But something told me that there was a sight to see. I forced my eyes open and looked up, taking in the shining light. I broke out in a smile. However blinding, this was beauty. Heaven.

Without a warning, the floor under me gave way. I fell through the trapdoor in the floor.

Away from the light, down into the suffocating darkness.

I crashed into the ground where I lay on a bed of rocks. My breathing was heavy and my body...didn't feel right. Something was changing.

My body...was changing.

As I felt the inexplicable pain and realized the horror of spiraling horns growing out of my scalp, I threw my head back and screamed into the black abyss of hell.