Between Heaven and Hell

I feel something stabbing my heart, making a hole, allowing sorrow to fill in my empty heart. There's no reason why I feel sad, maybe it welcomes sadness.

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The grim lights shone the narrow alley. Everything around was lonely and quiet, like there's no sound of the living. Taking small steps, trying to avoid making noises.

It was the place for the sick, the people near death, the place for the Grim Reaper to take anyone's lives that dangles on the line. If you're lucky, you might make it alive.

The heavy smell of medicine fills in your nostrils, the awful silence swallows you up. This certainly isn't the place for someone healthy, even the sick wouldn't want to be there.

Pale people lay in their bed, expressionless and motionless. Wondering when they could be free. While some suffers, maybe thinking death is better? Some might even never getting out there ever again. Even if you do get out, you might not be the person who you once been.

Being chained up with tubes and letting machines taking care of you is not a wonderful thing at all. Not able to get up or get out, the boredom, it will slowly kill you inside.

Who knows if you could get healed there, or maybe worsen your condition, or even death. Either you stay, or go to heaven, or hell.

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You don't know how long I wrote that thing up there.

Comments

Hannah Afia said…
:O Awesome language skills!
Hui-Ling said…
woah, u wrote that. pro.
Hanamiru said…
Write a novel. It will be the best-selling. Your writing skills is the same standart with the novelist already :D

You should write an essay out about it. lol

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