Ch.3 Welcome

As I was beginning to like the place, Devil approached me.

"yeah, I know you might feel like this place is not that bad and all... but lemme tell you kid, YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE.

I checked everything. But there's been some kind of mistake. Are you sure you know nothing about it?"

I didn't know what he was talking about at all. He should know better than me right? After all He's the devil.

I glanced at him.

"Well if you are staying here.. it's mandatory that we cut some part of yours. That's the tradition. "

"but I do not have any rotten part" I yelled. I couldn't imagine them cutting a part of my perfect and precious body.

"come on, it can just be a finger" said Zora.

"or could be something more" chuckled Dan.

I was confused and alone in a quagmire of thoughts. If no part of my body is rotten, I do not belong here!

I ran up to the devil and asked

"Is there any way for me to go back to life?"

uhhhh..... everyone gasped together .

Devil faced me , patted me and turned his face towards me.

"Listen sweetheart, this is not a picnic, for you to come and go as you please.

YOU DO NOT CHOOSE FATE! FATE CHOOSES YOU! THE HELL CHOSE YOU!"

As we were having the heated conversation, there was a loud bell bang.

"Listen up folks, I think we have someone new" said the devil and he walked towards the place I just came from.

I followed him. I looked up to see roofless top. But suddenly to my surprise a lady dropped out of nowhere , covered in blood.

I gasped. I rushed to her and looked at her face... I was astonished

"There you are.. I've been waiting for you" he exclaimed.

It was Isabelle . Well if I was here as a mistake, then what was she doing here?

she slowly started to open her eyes and was freaked out just as how I was at the beginning.

she recognized me and shouted " Cassandra?!? what is this place? why are you here? am I dead?"

" so sorry to inform you, but you're dead. Can I know why and how?" I replied

"ah yes .. it's because of you bitch" she slapped me.

"ha ha ha that's my girl . you're the kind we need in here" the devil said laughing and mocking me.

I felt bad . I don't know if it was the slap or being the reason for someone's death without knowing about it.

I just ignored the slap and asked "why would you die because of me?!"

"I killed myself!"

I was confused "...and why is that because of me? "

"because... everyone thinks I killed you "

I was shocked. But thinking more about it, they are actually not that wrong. Even though not intentionally she did kill me.

".. some even claim that they saw me pushing you purposely . Those bitches who I thought were my friends. I lost my fame, my position , my chance at a proper education. Even my dad ended up in jail because companies withdrew from the share holder positions and we ended up in huge debt. I couldn't handle it all"

she started crying like anything.

I knew I never liked Isabelle. I didn't even know why I was standing here, but I knew that I was one of the reasons for tears dripping down her face. The biggest reason.

I stood there. Like an ice sculpture, waiting for the tiniest flash of sunlight to melt and float me away from this darkness.

When everyone was busy doing what they did, I sneaked to the place where new people arrived to.

I stood at the exact position I laid when I came here...

"Please, God! let me out of this misery... give me a second chance at life."

I started wailing.

"I've only lived up to your expectations. What did I do so wrong to end up here?!"

I sobbed like anything

"Please , take me ba..."

*BOOM*

Someone fell onto me..

Oh shit he's heavy. I try to throw him of me but failed .

He slightly opened his eyes and looks at me.

Well, this did look awkward for someone's first time at hell.

"AHHHHH".... he screamed

" what is this place?" he gasps in fear

"uh.... it's h.. he ..."

"HELL! .... this is hell... and I'm Satan and why are you doing what I'm supposed to do ?"

The devil popped out of nowhere and asked rudely .

"well I was just... trying to help ... he asked me first... " I stammered.

"If you wanna help someone please go to Heaven! This is not the place....

oh wait.... you can't choose it" he started laughing like anything.

The boy on top of me looked clueless .

"when are you gonna get up from me?" I asked to him

"oh.. sorry about that" he tried to get up instantly but Fell down immediately.

"what happened? " I asked

"I don't know ... My leg hurts so much"

"let me see" I checked his leg and it was rotten.

I looked at the devil and he came immediately. making sure it was rotten, he used his big ass nail and cut of that piece...

"AGHHHHH " he screamed of pain..

I couldn't suffer watching that scene.. so I turned my back at him.

"what the fuck are you doing?!?" he asked the devil .

"This is what happens here Khalif"

"Khalif? that's a nice name" I said.

He looked at me with a look that said 'Please stop bitch, can't you see someone just cut out my leg without any anesthesia?'

I smiled pathetically and helped him get up and guided him to the main place.

Isabelle was already doing great adapting, setting aside the fact that she had her rotten hands removed. Those hands are the ones that pushed me according to everyone. But when I fell , I did not feel any hands on me.

Or is it perhaps because she took her own life with those hands? maybe.

I rushed to Khalif and asked how he was adjusting to the new life.

"Isn't it really creepy here? The people, the ambience, everything about here?"

"Besides my leg being torn off, I don't think this place is creepy...

Life is creepier. Having to live daily was way more creepier. Here, you have no one to please... No one to control or judge you... I think this place is rather heaven."

He was right. This place felt good.