Written In Blood

What you are about to hear is close to impossible.

I am dead. Reaching through the gates of hell, I share a story of redemption, grief, and revenge.

Written In Blood

In life we all have made decisions we wish we could take back and if given a second chance, would choose the opposite.

I chose revenge and the outcome brought me to this place of sorrow, torture, and guilt.

The river has run dry.

The overflow of abundant life now replaced with the blood of another.

Simply a small price to pay for the sin committed by yours truly. What is one supposed to do when there's blood in the water?

One would assume to travel in the opposite direction, but not Liam Jones, I jumped head first willingly into the infected lake that led right to the abyss.

Do I have remorse for my actions?

I'll let you decide that.

Your prayers can't save the dead, the damage has been done and it bought me a one way ticket to hell.

The days grew shorter as I knew my fate was approaching.

Living in constant fear day after day was not helping for the days to come.

It dawned upon me that I had to escape one way or another.

You can't outrun death itself, everything that has a beginning must come to an end. A thousand scenarios flowing through my cranium that all have the same outcome.

Death has its toll on the living and the dead are often forgotten.

I will not be forgotten because my sin is my legacy.

I am infamous, I am damaged, even in life I was dead to many.

They say family is everything, but what must one do when the only family they have is stolen from them?

I was a rock in the river, all life passing by as I stood there witnessing the suffering of those before me.

My eyes acting as a window to my forsaken soul. The truth pouring into my ears as I hear the cries and stories of the most infamous of us, but my mind yielding to ponder the thoughts of those who brought destruction to other innocent souls.

Sitting on this raft approaching the end of the god forsaken river of blood, I see from the windows of my soul, a young man with revenge on his face but with a cause.

Some of us act in impulse, others meticulously plan their demise and take out their target.

The young man looked too familiar as if I was looking into a mirror. A mirror that revealed who I truly was in life.

The reflection of one who was once innocent, possessed by not a demon, but by the mindset of one who takes lives.

An unrecognizable force spewing signs to get my attention.

Was this going to go on for eternity?

Is this what hell is?

Reliving the situation repeatedly in isolation?

The raft came to a halt at the entrance of what I can describe as a tomb.

The only thing standing between the torment and I was a barrier.

I stood to my feet and witnessed other souls arriving to their final destination.

Screams of those who are like me, the thieves, the murderers, and the victims of these were all on their own individual rafts awaiting the final judgement call.

Was this Judgement day or was this a void where all souls arrive?

If so who is the judge and what qualifies them to make the final call?

In life I was taught of this moment but also questioned it.

They told me you are either going to heaven or hell.

Was this some sort of processing? All souls arrive on this river?

Before I could answer myself, all of the questions were answered when I saw her.