BLACK SOUL | MCCANN

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ｔｈｅ screams of the lost souls always woke me up at night, not even Jason himself could get me back to my restless slumber. I would sit up in his bed, the sheets intertwined around my body comfortably as I watched outside. The red sky, not even one star or sign of hope-filled it. This place was cursed, every damned soul was banished here for all eternity. There was coldness, coldness around even when the fireplace was as hot as the sun that, never made it's way down here by the way.

I would do anything to feel it's hot rays beaming down on my skin again, to see people strolling through a park or getting ice cream at the local Dairy Queen down the street. For my weeks at being here, I've learned that Hell is a reoccurring nightmare that a person has been through in their life. But for some, others are thrown in pits of raging fire or clinging onto their last breath begging for someone to interject and help.