My Descent Into Hell and Madness
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I woke up in a cold sweat on an uncomfortable, bumpy mattress and/or cushion. I had no idea where I was or how long I had been there. God, I need to stop blackout drinking. I peel my eyes open and the light, although faint, pierces my eyes in a very, very painful fashion. I look around the room I'm in to get an idea of my surroundings. Theres a desk across from me with a woman who looks to be in her 50's. On the desk there is a small lamp and a vase of dead, black flowers. I make an attempt at adjusting myself into a more comfortable position but I notice the whole chair feels bumpy and hard. I look down at the chair and see what appears to be in the general shape of a blob but with hard lumps all over. I get up quickly to see where the hell I am. I now notice a sign above the woman's head. A sign that reads "Welcome to Hell"
Hey guys I will probably not update regularly because I have the memory of a goldfish but hey I'm attempting. I love feed back so tell me when you dont like things and when you do. Also I intend for this to be a pretty clean book (maybe some violence we'll see). I dont mean to offend anyone religious or otherwise beliefs by writing this I just wanted to try my hand at writing again so... yeah I hope you enjoy
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