Wrath…Greed…sloth…pride…lust…envy, and gluttony. God once told me my mortal sins would damn me for all of eternity. That was the last thing I remember God telling me before casting me from heaven. As I fell towards the fiery pits of hell. A grin came a cross my face. I couldn’t wait. The thrill of being sent to hell made me ecstatic with excitement. But god had other plans for me it seemed. My body slammed in to the top of a parked car. I didn’t black out right away. I could feel each bone in turn break and crack. I remember thinking What the fuck! Before I blacked out from the pain.
“How are you feeling sir?” a young woman’s voice said as my eyes adjusted to the light.
“Where the fuck am I?” I choked out.
“Your at St. Francis Hospital. Your lucky to be alive.” She said as she checked my ivy and the needle in my arm. Why the fuck do I have arms? A body? And why am I in St. Francis Hospital?! This isn’t hell at all.
“How long have I been here?”
“Two and a half months.” She said before turning and heading out.
How? This doesn’t make sense.
“You know what doesn’t make sense? Is why would you want to be sent to hell?” a voice said. I turned my head to look around the best I could but didn’t see anyone.
“Who’s there?” But the voice never replied back. I was left laying there wondering why and how I could be alive on earth.
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