Hell found me.
That’s surely my only answer to this. I was pulled from…I want to say heaven, but I’m not sure. I was never into that theology stuff.
Either way, I would say this is hell. I awoke in my own coffin and had to claw my way out. Now, I’m standing here, alone in an alley, barely comprehending what’s going on.
I just saw…felt…things that I can’t understand. Don’t want to understand. I was in a graveyard in my old home, Sunnydale.
Sunnydale is pretty much a hell in itself, and was before I left. Before I died. But this...
This was worse then before. There was screaming. And fire. And the smell of burning flesh. Believe me, not a good smell.
And everything was blurry and loud. And there was no one there to help me. I was alone.
That’s how a Slayer always is. Always will be. Alone.
But then again, they said the same about death. Death is what a Slayer is. Her gift. What she breathes, sleeps, and does. But, ironically, I just couldn’t seem to stay dead.
I can kill everyone around me, but I can’t die.
The first time was ok. I wanted to live. I wanted to graduate from high school, have a boyfriend, and have a normal life. Well, so far, I’ve graduated from high school and had two boyfriends. As for the normal life?
Would you say dying for your younger sister, who appeared from a ball of light near the beginning of the year is normal? Would you say going to heaven and then suddenly waking up in some sort of hell dimension is normal?
I didn’t think so.
Now I don’t know what to do. I see demons everywhere. And not just in demons, in normal things.
I almost got killed again today too. Some guy almost shot me cause I leaned on his car.
I wish he had.
I want so badly out of this life. Out of this body. Where I was…heaven…was so blissful.
I had slayed my demons and something told me that my friends were ok. And that they could go on without me.
I was at peace for once in my life. And it was ripped away. I live in hell, cause I’ve been expelled from heaven.
I think I was in heaven.
But that doesn’t matter now. I can barely remember anything that happened before I died.
But then I saw the tower, and it all came rushing back to me.
…the hardest thing in this world…
I stood at the edge of the tower as the words echoed back to me.
…is to live in it…
And I was alone.
Hell found me.
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