#lost in hell

chapter 7

This is the finale of “Lost In Hell”. 

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A single, dim bulb flickered. I ready myself for another fight, as I look around for a new opponent. A single foot crawled out from the shadows.

My fists fell to my sides, seeing the thing in its entirety. I slowly circle around this thing. A thing of which had me question my sight. Rubbing my eyes and blinking them three times, I realize I am not wrong. For what stood before me is myself, or rather a duplicate of me.

As it stared blankly at me, it snaps its finger.

A flash of light blinds me and when I regain my vision I instead stand before the same man I had seen not too long ago. He, with his belt, swings it at me. My eyes water, feeling a stinging pain from my left cheek. He then shouts at me to remove my shirt. I do so without fighting, sobbing too, and while doing so he hits me for making such a disgusting sound.

Now removed, he continues to whip my back while blasting cruel words that spoke of how weak I am. How, as he reveals to my innocent mind, that as his very son he would discard me in a heartbeat. The only thing stopping him is his beliefs. Which is to save society from a waste of space, like myself. He goes on preaching how I tore him away from his lover. It goes on until I lose consciousness, but before I do I see his wicked smile and his belt covered in my blood.

I suddenly awake before the same woman, who had made my heart drop. I look away from her eyes, scared. The memory continues as previously, but this time my body walks towards a mirror. Where, in my reflection, I notice a bite mark faded on my neck and red eyes with dark circles under. Something takes over within me because the same words my father once told me are shouted from my mouth while I smash my fist into it. My blood seeps into the newly formed cracks.

Before me my hand bleeds, and rather than answering the questions the man who is wrapping my hand I sit quietly. He, similar appearance to my guide, tries to lighten the mood with humor by making jabs at our commander. I give him a small smile in return.

I see glimpses of other accounts, but these of which are only mere glimpses. For one moment I am holding a gun and the next I am running across a trench which had piles of dead bodies inside it. Then I jump out of a plane like the man had done, in that other memory. Lastly, I stare at a fallen body. I chuckle, as I cough out blood. To which a ringing and a white light relieve me of the inflaming chest pain.

I return back to my twin. Though, a similar belt my own father had used on me when I was a mere child is being clutched by his hand. I quiver in fear with eyes wide, my father’s shouts and the beatings attack my psyche. With every step he takes closer I take a step back. When my back collides into a wall he unleashes a barrage of slashes onto my body. With his words mimicking my father’s voice, I sob. The more he unleashes the more I crumble closer to my knees. Cradling my knees, he changes his assault to kicks. Refusing to fight back, I tell myself how my is right. That I truly am weak. As the previous beast, I am this things play thing.

I truly have no purpose in life, a waste of space if you will. I tried to prove I am more than just that. That I changed and I am stronger than what I was told. And what? I joined the military because I lied to myself. I thought it didn’t hurt anymore. No, in fact I was running away from the truth of my father’s words. In the end I never became the man I hoped to become. Why did I need to realize this too late? To lose my humanity? My hope? There’s no point in fighting back this time. No, there never was.

By clutching my neck I gasp for air. He raises me a foot above the floor. Looking directly at this duplicate, I am able to catch a glimpse of a smile I grew to fear before gripping my eyes shut. By doing so I hear whispers of a name long forgotten, causing me to snap my eyes open once more. Only to be forced to shut when I am slammed against a wall, bones snapping with his forcefulness. Not only that, but when I focus behind him I see visions of my past: the friends I made during the war, laughing with them, and I dragging the injured to safety even when I myself was as well.

I focus back to him repeatedly thrusting his fist into my gut. I spit out even more blood in response. Once more he speaks to reveal the only reason I have faced those beasts of nightmares is the fact that I am too weak for not letting go. Instead of his desired reaction of seeing me cripple, I form a smile with my remaining strength. He questions my sanity, so I answer him that they keep me going. They encourage me to become stronger. Lastly, they allow me to stray away from my father’s description of me. I grip his wrist, as he is baffled, and with a push of my legs against his chest he loses his grip on me. Sliding across, he pounces at me and swings his left hook. To his dismay, I do not take it, I block it. Where I then twist it, causing him to wail. Thrashing around, I smile at his panic and I let him go. He tries to swing at me once more. I dodge, and continue to do so as he swings his fists at me. Only when he is on the verge of collapsing do I take advantage, but instead of harming him again I wrap my arms around and give him a hug. He curses and tries to push me away, but my grip only gets tighter. When I do let my tears fall he stops, and listens to my sorrows for the long battle inside my mind. After doing so he fades away, leaving me crying alone

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