The Heart of the Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Live can be like a living hell. This one actually is.

Submitted: March 28, 2015

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Submitted: March 28, 2015



I opened my eyes, waking from a restless sleep.

Or so I thought.

When I looked around me, all I could see were images of torture and sorrow. But the emotion I felt the most was despair. Hopelessness. All I wanted was to leave.

Where the hell am I?

Then I realized I answered my own question. The only place that could cause this much pain had to be hell, Satan's Pit, whatever you wanted to call it.

Why am I here? What did I do to deserve coming here? I don't even remember the last thing I did. All I can remember is my head hurting then falling asleep.


Someone called my name. Who could have called my name?

Wait. I recognized the voice. A voice that had tortured me for years on end. A voice that could make me cringe just by coughing.

My stepfather.

"Markus. You've been a bad boy today. You deserve to be punished."

I started trembling in terror. Nothing scared me more than this man. There was no escape.

The door opened. Light immediately engulfed the room, with the shadow of a large, greasy, burly man who cared about no one but himself.

Then I realized it. I wasn't in hell.

I was home.

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