Hell

Unholy Trinity (Self, Sinner, Beast)

I saw her there. Still. Quiet.

Walking slowly up to her, I took a moment to realize where I was. It looked like a church... I saw melted red wax and basalt walls.

The walls had paintings here and there. Oh, those images...

In one, I could see Jesus Christ suspended on the cross. His body rotten and decaying and his eyes just two voids.

I heard something whisper coldly in my ear.

"He can't help He you can't He see can't you help you"

No, no, no, no, no, no. Stop! Stop! Make it stop!

I covered my ears with my hands, in pure panic.

The voice didn't stop. Now, it sounded like it was coming from inside my head.

It is going to explode! Oww! My fucking head! I can't stand the pain!

"MINE! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. You're mine, mine, mine, MINE!"

It shouted as soon as I remembered her. My head bolted up but she was no longer there.

There was silence, a terrifying dead silence that sounded like evil itself. I stood upright, but I realized I couldn't move.

Silence.

Coldness.

The room slowly faded into complete darkness.

I...

Who am I?

Why does it hurt so much?

Let me die.

The voice came back. An animalistic laughter echoed and echoed, making my head itch on the inside.

It itches so much. It itches!

I wanted to reach for it but my hands didn't obey me. I felt my nose itch and sting. The laughter kept on going. I'd reach the point of insanity soon.

What is this?

A green slimy worm slowly wiggled out of one of my nostrils.

The amazing thing about panic is that one never gets used to the feeling, no matter for how long you've endured it. 

I was trying to scream as it went up my face and started poking at my eye.

"You're already dead, dead. You're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead."

I felt it pierce my eye. No sound could come out of me. It was like it had taken my vocal cords away. I could only exhale, and every time I did so, I was greeted with a familiar pain in my chest.