Mathematics For The Damned | on-going
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 50m
Ongoing, First published Nov 01, 2020
I took in a deep breath and repeated slowly, 

"Who are you? And where am I?"

I raised an eyebrow in question. Composing myself, I imitated his posture, crossing my arms over my chest.

Without hesitation, he took a step toward me while I surprisingly stood my ground. His voice was smooth as whisky when he said the most bizarre thing,

"Welcome to Hell, Angel."

***

Diana Rose finds herself in a very unusual version of Hell after a tragic accident. Little did she know, all her fears would come alive in the form of the only subject she always dreaded the most.

If MATH on Earth wasn't quite enough for you, well, the horrors have just begun.

***

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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.