"There is nothing left to you! Your a dirty little waste of my time. You couldn't help your self if you wanted to." He pushed himself closer to where I stood, pushing me into the wall. Grabbing my chin and making me look him in the eyes. He slowly lowered his lips to mine. "Try me." I muttered before I was engulfed by blackness. ------------------------------ Hell is only a state of mind, but what if your mind is your own personal hell? What happens when the only way to fight off your demons is to actually fight? What if your worst demon is yourself? When can you stop the fight and take a break? How can you be yourself when there is no longer a you left to be? What happens when Alexia has to solve these alone?All Rights Reserved