✨Prisoner of Hell [SLOW UPDATES] ✨

Prologue

I am a survivor.

On 22nd August 1999 exactly 2 minutes to eleven I was born.

I was born dead with another part of me stuck in my mother's womb. My twin present, inside the infected bag entered this world with no life.

She didn't make it, but neither did I.

All was peace, until the doctor shoved me into a tray filled with water. He pushed me in and out, till a bubble of life popped from my nostril. I turned from a bluish grey to a 1.5kg rosy red tiny specimen. As the doctor turned to my twin, his face turned a waxy pale. She had already found a way back to the heavens, escaping from the trap I fell into.

I fell into this world now half dead.

I am a passenger.

I am Gabriel whose life had to go on.

School, tuition, and goals kept me busy like an ordinary child's life. Teenage dreams embraced me and I slept in its warm arms as long as I could. I was traveling this path of  life and yet all good things come to an end as the arms that once protected me has now returned to someone else.

I am but still traveling a lone empty path with broken dreams, floating.

I am a victim.

I have no lungs that save me from pain. I have a flap that gives me life and death. I have learned to live with it for 18 years but yet I am afflicted. Affected with trauma and pressed down with depression, I am hurt and this pain will not stop.

Pain is meant to be felt.

Let it consume me.

Peace prevails as the curtain of life fell and I have entered the next dimension.