Lost in Hell
?> .0-'` +bjbj$$ .FF+ [email protected]$$ He sat thinking of anyway to ease his pain. He knew he was being childish, that his life wasnt really that bad. Other furs had it worse. HE didnt care. He picked up the razor, dragging his fingers across the blade one by one. The stinging filled his body, blood dripped down his paw.
He liked the rust smell, the red of the blood. The blade moved to the forearms, parting the fur where the blade cut. All his worries were gone. This pain was the only thing on his mind. It was wonderful...it was working, all the stress was gone! He didnt have to worry about the people terrorizing him. He moved the blade to his chest. Blood poured down his abdomen. It felt great, the warm blood cooling and drying on his white chest fur.
The pain was gone. It almost tickled him now. His legs were the next targets. He traced his black stripes with the blade, turning them a deep red color. After the blade was too dull to cut cleanly, he lit a red candle. He watched the flames dance while he bled on. He sure felt like he was in Hell.
Suddenly the candle went out, but the room grew hot. The lights were off, but the room seemed to glow around him. He twitched his tail nervously. His large tiger ears burned the most from the heat. He heard whispers from nowhere. Flame like murmurs . . . Nobody cares, just die, I HATE you. Flames shot through the ground, igniting the room in unbelievably tall flames, but no smoke. The blood quickly dried in his fur, matting it up in clumps of red. Tears escaped from his eyes, and boiled off his cheeks.
Out of nowhere, the flesh covering his heart was ripped from his breast. Screaming flashed from his muzzle. Maybe pain isnt the right cure. The flames should be scorching his fur. Instead, it heated his veins and body, boiling the insides, but not harming the outside. He looked at his chest; he could actually see his heart race. The heart was inside the clearly shone ribcage. The bones were threatening to burst completely out of the hole. The heart was beating its way out. He no longer had to worry about anybody but himself. However, he didnt want to worry about himself. He doesnt matter, he should die. Letting out an awful loud scream, tears flooded his face. Would everything be okay? Or was he stuck in Hell forever?
Quick! Hes waking up!
. . . To be continued... Maybe