When You're Going Through Hell Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror. Despite my situation, I couldn't help but feel how unfair this was. "I didn't-" I began to plead. "Ssh, Ssh," He interrupted me, pressing the metal into my skin only enough to begin breaking the surface. He twisted a hand through my hair and moved the knife over my neck promisingly. "So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break."

Then, I threw myself at him, acting like I didn't notice I was pressing on his injuries. "What happened to you, honey? How did you get yourself into this mess when I was just away for a business trip? How do you expect Elaine and I to live now that you're so badly injured?" Harvey groaned and widened his eyes in agony. Lindsey's heart ached at this, and she shoved me away. "Can't you see that Harvey is bandaged all over? Are you trying to kill him, you freak?" Tina glared at us, too. She looked like a bull that was about to rampage at any moment—she wasn't half as adorable as Harvey made her seem.

"I don't want to, because… "Luther Spencer, you disgust me," Callista spat. Luther jolted awake in panic, and he rushed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body over and over again. He nearly peeled his skin off. His eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled unconsciously, "Honey, I'm clean now. I'm not dirty anymore. I've cleaned everything off. Please don't think I'm disgusting. "I even threw up what I ate. Please, don't hate me. I'll make sure no one else ever comes here again."

"Time to burn this hellhole down." ***

“Xyla Quest! Go to hell!!!” It all just happened within a second…!

A long silver blade ignites your only final resolution. Naturally, hell is not the perfect face or the perfect body, and it is certainly not the perfect life. It is alone with the constant ache of a love that will never come to pass. There will be no fluffy marshmallows passing by your dark baren existence or beautiful ladies with long feathering wings granting wishes. Hell is like an infernal, burning at your insides until you can’t take it anymore and have no choice but to shriek from sheer exhaustion from the constant aches in your soul. It’s like a hammer cracking your head open. Blood and oozing brains spill out of the mind you once had before hell came into the picture. Hell is like li

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

Rhea muttered She asked, "What do you mean? Weren't you here to hold me responsible?" I shook my head to let her know she was wrong. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and placed it on the table. "I don't have time. I'm dying of cancer. I probably have about one year to live." Rhea's eyes went wide with shock. "You… you're dying?" "Yes. It's liver cancer. I think I might have gotten it because I worked too hard and drank too much," I lamented. Then, I added, "You like Jack, don't you?"