Zero
I don't know how to end it. Nor do I know how to begin my story. All I know is that I am dead...or at least I believe I am.
It's hard to figure out if you are when you're seeing nothing but darkness and there isn't a spot of light anywhere. I can't tell if my eyelids are heavy or I'm hearing things like my soul descending out of my hollow body. However, this has been all my fault, everything that's happened, the deaths that have occurred. It always has been my fault and I to be damned in hell. Literally, I am damned in hell. Wrath told me so. yeah, funny enough to say so many depressing words and then talk about how I made a contract with the Wrath demon of hell. Normally every story goes with Pride or Lust just to spice it up and make it smutty. Maybe even Envy which is what consumed me in a not so pleasurable way.
All I can say is, I fucked up and even if I never made that contract thing would've still been bad, only I would've got the opportunity to get better and not become what I am.
You may be so confused about what I may be talking about. I'm unsure if anyone would be empathetic to me during my retelling but It'll be nice for someone to hear it while death slowly consumes me. Where do I start? Easy, the death of my sister and the car accident that took her away from me...
