Into Hell
They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
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