COMPLETED Jeremy is the typical good kid who doesn't have a single bad bone in his body. So when he suddenly dies at the hands of another, it's a surprise when he wakes up in Hell. Now, Jeremy must plead to the creatures of Hell that he is as innoce...
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He couldn't, for the life of him, understand, what happened that day. Looking back, it might not have been the greatest idea to walk home alone late at night, but then again shit happens as he had overheard someone say once.
Jeremy wasn't a bad kid. No, he never did drugs or went to parties and he always did his homework and had above average grades. He had never hurt a soul before, and as he was walking down the dark and gloomy streets of London, he couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it— All the late nights in the library instead of going out and having fun with his friends. But life was cruel, and nothing ever works out the way you want it to.
Maybe that was why he was surprised when a car raced towards him, with no indication of slowing down.
Jeremy came to a full stop. He felt like the annoying character in horror movies that falls when they're being chased or stands still when shots are being fired. He couldn't help but think that he was glad his brother wasn't here; he'd probably cuss the boy to death for standing still. Damn movies. Well, damn the car that caused this situation anyway.
It probably hadn't been more than a few seconds when Jeremy saw the headlights become bigger and bigger. Closer and closer.
He definitely felt like he was on a movie set.
A very bad one. And a very real one.
It was most likely the wrong time to think of these things but he couldn't help but notice what a nice car it was. Red and sleek. Though it was about to get redder and less sleek. Not a time to joke, Jer. The car accelerated and drove up the pavement, right towards him. It was almost fascinating how controlled and determined the driver appeared to be as he rammed into the innocent boy with big doe eyes.
The hit of the car smacked him directly into a tree and the car followed suit, not stopping fast enough, as he was sandwiched between the car and tree. He could faintly hear the screams of the passer-by but they weren't what really caught his attention. No, as he weakly lifted his head from the hood of the car, he was met with the dull eyes of a boy his age, sitting in the driver's seat. Blood was dripping down his head from smashing it into the window. Jeremy couldn't move as his whole body was filled with indescribable pain, and he knew there was no way either of them were going to survive the car crash, but still, he wanted answers and time wasn't on his side.
"Why?" He said. It came out as a rough whisper and he started coughing as blood filled up his mouth.
The boy with the dull eyes looked at the boy he'd purposely rammed into, and did a creepy and blood filled smile as he choked out, "Go to hell."
Jeremy couldn't help but wonder why he'd tell him to go to hell, it seemed like a rather rude thing to say. But killing someone was rude, too, he supposed. Jeremy felt himself having difficulties with breathing in air, and started making choked gasps for air.
A piercing tone filled his ears and he knew it was his phone— probably his mum calling to ask why he wasn't home yet. He could already imagine what she would say if he picked up.
Baby, are you home soon? You're late for dinner, now we'll have to heat it up again. Hurry up, darling, I love you.
These thoughts made a single tear stroll down his cheek. I love you, too, mum.
Jeremy gasped for air as his throat denied entry and his body slowly gave out. He assumed he'd see a white light but he was met with pitch-black darkness and a cold sensation all over his body.
Meanwhile the boy in the car watched silently as Jeremy's body slumped forward. He felt weird having killed someone, but he knew he had no other choice, and it was a bit too late to regret it now. The passer-by started crowding around the car, and the boy felt like rolling his eyes but he couldn't move a muscle. He was quickly growing faint from the blood loss and a white light appeared before his eyes. So all the stories about a white light is true, he thought as the white light completely engulfed him.
People were in shock and many cried as they helplessly watched the two young boys all bloodied up and mangled in the car. While they all stood still and waited for the ambulance, they all knew— though no one would say it out loud— that the two boys were dead. There was no doubt about it; their eyes were glazed over, skin pale and cold, and blood was flowing from their bodies like a red river. A redheaded woman was clutching her husband's hand tightly as she guiltily felt relieved that she wasn't the one who'd have to break the news of the boys' death to their families.
Jeremy's phone pierced the air once more, and the chaotic environment stilled as they all stared at the phone silently. The redhead mumbled numbly, "Who's going to pick it up?" None of them wanted to. As soon as someone picked up the phone, the caller's life would never be the same again. "The caller ID says 'mum'," She continued. She knew it had to be done, but she felt selfish in that moment, not wanting to experience telling a mother that they're staring into the lifeless eyes of her son.
"Maybe we should just wait for the ambulance," The redhead mumbled. It wasn't really their job to tell them and it wasn't like the doctor had proclaimed them dead yet. The woman's husband could see the despair on his wife's face, so he took the phone. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he just couldn't help it. They deserved to know. Besides, happy wife, happy life.
The man held the phone up to his ear and breathed heavily, "Hello?" The line was silent for a moment before the mother uttered, "Who is this? Where is Jeremiah?" Before the man could reply, he heard the woman rushing over to somebody and he could barely make our her saying, "Something's happened! A man answered his phone."
There was a bit of shuffling before a deep voice sounded through the small phone, "What's going on?"
The redhead's husband took a deep breath as he held back the tears that were threatening to spill, "There was an accident..." He paused before starting again. "Your son was hit by a car, I'm so sorry." The man could hear him take a sharp breath before he let out an almost inaudible, "What?"
"Your son is dead, sir," he repeated, and that's when all hell broke loose. Screams and wails could be heard in the background, and the man wondered if he had done the right thing by telling the family.
Right at this moment, he didn't feel like it. Not even close.
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