Prisoner to A New World

He laid still on the beach, passed out from what had caused him to arrive. I'm glad he's here, I've been lonely since the others left.

It's no surprise. I'm always lonely.

I watch from a distance, scared. What if he's violent? What if he's a big softie and I can't tell him what is about to happen?

I hate what my life has become.

I sit in on my knees in the sand, eventually getting uncomfortable and having to switch to sitting with my legs spread out to stretch. My short legs. I was barefoot and in the same turquoise dress I'd been wearing when I arrived on the island. I was twenty then, I'm twenty five now, it's been five years.

But that doesn't matter. Time isn't important here, especially since I will never be leaving. I made a deal, I'm stuck keeping my end.

He began to stir.

I inched closer.

His brown eyes fluttered open, he shivered. “What the fu-” he started to mutter, the first words from his mouth.

We could be friends.

I inched closer.

He turned suddenly. “Who are you? Where am I?” He sat up rather quickly.

I'm impressed most people lay there and cry.

“I'm Tori, and you?”

“T-Trevor. Where am I?” he looked around.

“Where do you think you are?”

Trevor looked around again. "I haven't the slightest idea..."

“Beautiful island, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I suppose.” He stood.

I stood also, much shorter than he. “Where are you going?” my heart is beating fast, I'm afraid he's about too leave me... and too soon.

“Finding a way off of here. Haven't you already tried? Where are we? How long have you been here?” he looked past me as he spoke.

He asked so many questions… “I've been here five years. I will never leaving. You have a chance though, there's only one way out, but you might want to sit down.” I wish I didn't have to talk about everything so soon. I guess it's better than becoming friends, like I had with the last man.

Trevor looked confused, but he listened to me, taking a seat.

I sat beside him. “I don't know where you are from, or anything about you, except why you're here. But do you remember a pop star by the name of Tori McKennah?”

“Yeah, she's was a nobody that very quickly became somebody. Then disappeared a few years after and she's a nobody again,” he said then looked at me. “You know why I'm here?”

“Ouch, really?” I ignored the last question.

“Wait, you're Tori?” He caught on quickly. “What the hell happened!? You were so good...I liked you! And not just because of your smoking hot looks, you had a beautiful voice.”

“Do you believe in selling souls to the devil for fame?” I didn't dare make eye contact. I was in shock I jumped to the point so soon.

“Heard of it…”

I looked down at the sand, taking a shaky breath. Then looked back up to make eye contact. “I wanted to be somebody so bad I would have killed for it. I was that pathetically desperate!" I had no tears left to cry, but if I did I would have. "Because of it I made a dumb choice. I cried and begged saying I'd sell my soul to the devil if he gave me at least a year of fame." I feel silly saying this to anyone.

"He showed up in my home that night, we made a bargain. I'd sell four hit albums, go on tour once, and be famous two years... when my time was up he'd take it all away. I would do whatever he wanted then.” I bit my lip and looked down, not liking the look I was getting from Trevor.

“So…”

My head snapped up. “He possessed me! They said I went crazy, I didn't he just took over. I lost everything! I'd never been so miserable in my life, I wanted it to stop. It had to stop!" I paused taking a breath. "So one day I killed myself, I ran away... I just disappeared. When I died, I saw him again. He said I was too weak, he didn't want me. I was confused, I thought that hell was where I'd spend eternity after my mistakes. I wasn't too far off. This is my own version of hell." A looked around.

"Being alone forever, meeting people briefly before they go to Heaven or Hell, but no one ever stays here with me. It's a prison designed for me. Built with my worst fears, and I have to face them everyday. I am pathetic and weak. I'm hurting, but I can't get it to stop. My parents said when I die I'd never feel pain again. My pain is worse here than it had been when I was alive. I had this coming to me...and I can't just kill myself and start over. This is my home now, the home I can never leave.”

“If you're dead...why am I here!?”

He didn't seem to care about my story. It hurt. Is this what it feels like when everything isn't about me?

“You were in a fatal accident. Most dead people go straight to the gate and find out right away where they will be spending eternity. But some come here first. The people I should have spent my life around end up here for a day. The devil's way of tormenting me, showing me the relationships I could have had. But I was so desperate and stupid! I made a stupid mistake! God doesn't want to let me suffer...but a deals a deal I guess. I don't know if I'll ever understand. You don't stay here long. He'll send an angel to bring you to the gate...but me? I can never leave.” I look off into the distance for dramatic reasons.

Trevor looked saddened. Before he had a chance to say anything the sky opened, an angel coming down to retrieve him. He didn't fight he just left, not even looking back. But most likely having questions. They always have questions. None about me, but regarding their fears of being stuck in their own version of hell too like mine.

The people I surrounded myself with only ever thought of themselves... like me. It hurts to see the truth.

I remain alone after they leave. Alone with just my thoughts to keep me company. The worst company a person could have. I laid in the sand, I wish I could be done.

I thought earth was hell, but this was worse, and I was never leaving.

If I could have a chance to go back, I would tell everyone not to do the things I did. I would start my career off slow and work my way to fame like others do. But it's too late. Each day is a constant reminder of how foolish I was...and still am.

I'm not going anywhere, everyone knows by now even if I pleaded with the devil again or maybe even God himself, I would just go back and make the same mistakes over again. I haven't changed, I can't change here I died this person I will spend eternity this way. With no one around to share it with me. My own version of Hell.