Chapitre 23: The Face In The Fire

I thought death dulled your emotions. But even after opening my eyes to see burning red flames all around me, I could only think of one thing. The death of my grandmother.

Even now, the fire raged all around me, leaving me blinded in a sea of red. I tried running forward, desperate to escape, but wherever I went, I couldn't escape it. What amused me was the fact that I felt nothing as tongues of flames lapped against my skin. I thought hell was all about torment and eternal pain, but I felt comforted by the fire. It was like it was wrapping itself around my body. Alas, it couldn't comfort me from the events that had just transpired. The brutal murder of the last family I had and then my own death.

I felt guilty. Grandmother had told me to live on for her, but instead I had tried to take revenge almost immediately, and because of that, I had gotten myself killed. Maybe that was why I was stuck here. My punishment was to wallow in my sorrow and guilt for all eternity.