Chapter-03

Sydney's POV:

Fallen. Iam falling. Falling down. From where? The portrait? I fell hard on the rough ground. My chin hits the ground bringing me pain. The pain isn't equal to the fact that I lost Lydia. I opened my eyes to see the hell for the first time.

I have no imagination how it will look like. But it's like the Slateville. Not exactly the same. Everything is dark around me. Iam in the middle of a road. It's a street and looking just like Slateville. Except for one thing, everything's a disaster. The building, houses, the road has many cracks and it could fall at any moment. I feel like Iam seeing a disastrous city which couldn't be back to its normal state. The sky is dark. I am not going to see the daylight around here. I am sure of it.

I stood up brushing the dirt off my long blue gown. When I turned back there's a small spark of white light in a circle which vanished slowly but completely. That's the way I came to hell without hearing anyone's words. &nb