My Story

"The Great Ruler"

Riinnggg. "Ugh, five more minutes," I mumured, and rolled over. Bam. I was on the floor. I'd rolled off my bed. Funny. That had never happened before. I tried to pull the blanket over me, but I couldn't feel the blanket. I floundered around, and my hand struck a wall, and so did my foot. I heard awful music.

Then I remembered. I had hoped that it wasn't true, that it was a dream, but no. I'm in hell.

I was overcome with such hopelessness at that moment that I layer my head on the bed and started crying. I heard a voice say "Don't cry, it gets better." I looked around, but I didn't see anybody. It sounded like a girl's voice, but it was probably just Jose. "Go away," I cried. I didn't hear a response.

I cried myself back to sleep. In about an hour, I woke up. I walked up to my door (or whatever you call it) and tried to open it. It was locked. I lost it. I don't know why, but I did. I just started yelling anything and everything. It didn't matter what I yelled.

I finally stopped. My throat hurt. I kept asking myself why I had started yelling. This place is making me mad. Suddenly I realized something, and it made me want to crumple up in a ball on the floor, and just stay there.

My yells were like the ones I had heard earlier. The sounds that permeated the entire place, that what they were. Screams of the insane, and screams of the tortured. My screams had joined those of the insane. Would they soon join the screams is the tortured?

I started pacing my little cell (3-4 steps each way). I heard the lock on my door rattling. It was Jose.

"Why did you leave me in here?" I yelled.

"Why not? It's your room."

"I was going crazy!! I was yelling my head off, then crying, then pacing!! What are you trying to get out of me?"

"Relax, Love. This is the first stage. It only gets worse.."

"That isn't relaxing!! What are you going to do next, tear my skin off?"

"You seem to have done a very good job of that yourself!"

I looked down at my hands. They were bleeding. I remembered screaming, and beating the walls. I would've crumpled again, right there, and right then, but Jose caught me. I struggled to get out of his gasp.

"Let go of me!!" I yelled.

He let go of me. I fought to not crumple to the floor again, but I lost. Jose picked me up bridal style, and carried me back to my bed.

"Sleep, Love," he said.

I knew it was useless to fight, so I closed my eyes, but resolved to get up again when he left.

Jose started singing. Well it was more like wordless humming, but it soothed me. I felt myself dropping off to sleep.

As I slept, I dreamt. I dreamed that I was in the middle of a lake. I was on a beautiful boat, and the water if the lake was sparkling blue, but the shore, it was fire, and ashes. The boat was drifting closer and closer to the shore, and i knew if we touched it, the boat would burn up.

In my dream, just as we were about to hit the shore, a mermaid rose up and stopped the boat. I gasped. It was Heather! "I'm sorry, but I can't help you," she said. She let go of the boat. "Noooo!" I screamed. The boat hit the shore. I was jolted awake.

I got up and looked through the bars. What I saw scared me, more than all the other things down here.

Going into each cell was a wisp of red smoke. It would go in, stay for a couple of seconds, then leave. Immediately after it left, I heard screams, and sobs.

I was one of the last cells, so it hadn't gotten to mine yet, but I was scared. It got closer and closer. It went into the cell next to mine. I heard the screams and sobs, and expected it to come into my cell next, but it didn't.

I guess Jose told it to skip mine. I was about to sit back down on my bed, when I saw a figure in front of the door. It was Heather! I was so happy I was speechless. Heather walked through the door and sat on the bed. I sat next to her. "You came!" I whispered. "I thought you said you couldn't help."

The sympathetic look on her face suddenly became a sneer. She leaned in and whispered "Haha, sucks for you, you're in hell. Hope you DIE. Oh wait. You're already worse then dead." She left. I cried, and screamed. I don't know why I believed that it was actually Heather. Of course it wasn't.

Jose came back. He unlocked the cell door. "Come, Love," he said. He led me back out to the Great Hall (that's right, I just dubbed it the Great Hall.....not sure if that's the real name or not....).

"I'm going to take you as close to the throne as you can get," said Jose.

"What does that mean?"

"Most people can't get within 30 feet of the throne of the Great Ruler without going crazy."

"Why not?"

"He is evil, crafty, the father and ruler of all things evil and crafty. You thought Hitler and and Stalin were bad? Think again."

"Sooo......"

"No time to waste, let's get going, the Great Ruler is waiting."

"Do I have to call him the Great Ruler? I thought his name was Satan."

"We can't call him that. He doesn't like it."

"You called him that yesterday."

"He was okay with it yesterday. His mind changes frequently."

We were now approaching the steps up to "the Great Ruler's" throne. "This is about where most people start screaming," said Jose. I looked down and saw a red line below my feet. It looked like blood. I felt like I was gonna puke. Another demon came up behind me and poked me in the ribs. "Keep going," he growled.

"Yes," said Jose. "Keep moving."

We kept moving. I was now at the 10 foot line. 10 feet to the throne of "the Great Ruler". My hands were bleeding. I was sweating blood. I felt some dribble out of my mouth. It was gross. The other demon, whose name I later learned was Alphos, leaned in and licked the blood from the corner of my mouth.

I slapped him in the face. He snarled, but did nothing else. But his eyes said 'I'll get you for this'. I was how within five feet of the throne of "the Great Ruler" I stopped. I refused to go any farther.

"Keep moving," said Jose.

"No,"

"What did you just say?"

"I said NO!"

Alphos slapped me in the the face, hard. Tears spilled out of my eyes. I couldn't take it. I tried to turn and run, but Alphos and Jose stopped me. They turned me to face "the Great Ruler".

"Look at 'the Great Ruler'," they said.

"Yes, look at me," a new voice said. It was awful, like fingernails on a chalkboard, multiplied 1000 times. In that voice, I heard all the screams, the pain, everything bad I had ever experienced.

Satan reached out and touched me.

I was burning up. I screamed and screamed, but no one came. I was floating, drowning, flying, writhing on the floor. I just didn't know. Then I felt nothing.....