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Coma Hell

“Hello Indrid,” rasped the large cloaked figure. Indrid couldn’t see beyond the figure, and the light from above was so bright he had to shield his eyes. Confused by the ethereal feel to the environment around him, Indrid asked, “Where am I? DID I DIE?” The dark figure stood looming over him ominously quiet.

The light burned Indrid’s eyes and the smell of campfire then rose wafted with the gusts of air coming from the abyss behind the cloaked being. “You are here standing before me and no, not exactly,” a quiet whispery voice answered from behind the faceless shadow. “How did I get here? Where is everyone? Who are you?” Indrid was feeling thrashes of anger and throngs of helplessness pain his body. His memory was fuzzy and he didn’t remember meeting this figure who closely was beginning to remind him of the Grim Reaper.  “WHERE IS ‘HERE’ AND WHO ARE YOU, GUY BEHIND THE CLOAK?!”Indrid screamed in a voice he hardly recognized, true terror.

“You know who I am Indrid, and I think you have a pretty good idea where you are.” The gusts of air carried the shadows voice like notes to Indrid’s ears directly. “Please, this is scaring me, where am I?” The darkness behind the reaper like figure was vast and the light from above boomed. Indrid didn’t know what to do, and out of instinct he began to run, directly into the dark.

The Reaper made no movements as Indrid disappeared into the dark then reappeared from the opposite direction as if he had ran from the darkness towards the reaper. “You can’t run this time Indrid.”  Indrid ran into the darkness again and again emerged from the shadows as if he were running towards the Reaper. Breathless and frantic Indrid was screaming, “Look man! I don’t know who you are or where I am but you are freaking me out and I need to get back! Please?!” the gusts of wind turned from sweet to steaming hot, the smells of rose and campfires turned to rotten garbage, and the celestial white light pouring from above turned blood red. “Get back? GET BACK?” The once very quiet and raspy voice was now booming, deep and scary, equally matching the environment. “GET…BACK…TO WHAT INDRID?” The way the Reaper was growing larger and its voice had turned sinister, was crippling. Indrid froze like a child being caught in a lie. “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION INDRID…GET BACK TO WHAT?” The shadow was slowly casting small flashes of imagination into Indrid as he waited for the hood to drop and the worst looking demon he could imagine to lay behind the darkness that was speaking to him. “Well, my life, I was…” The Reaper Howled, “YOUR LIFE? Ah ha ha ha! That was what you call LIFE?”

Indrid was trying to remember what he was doing right before he was standing here, before this light was beaming down and this cloaked creepy guy was standing over him yelling. What was he doing? Where was he? “YOU CANT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT YOU WERE DOING CAN YOU??” Each time the creature spoke the winds became hotter and more foul smelling, the light was turning into a deep crimson color and the darkness began to crack bolts of lightning so close to him he could feel the energy of each zap as the hairs on his arms would raise. “YOUR LIFE WAS A JOKE INDRID, YOU DIDN’T CARE WHETHER YOU LIVED OR DIED, SO NOW YOU ARE HERE WITH ME!” The voice was hurting his ears now, the bass was making his stomach ache and he felt sick. The being was 12 feet tall and the light was only casting down in a small circle. Indrid wasn’t sure of anything, and then he heard a sound float in among the howling and the angry voice that was now causing him physical pain was silent. Indrid strained his ears to listen for the sound again. There is was again, it was a cry. A woman’s cry? Maybe. He could hear it again and all his attention was on the sound. “WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHAT YOU HEAR? YOU NEVER LISTENED ANYWAY!” Indrid didn’t answer or speak out anymore, the more he said the worse things got. Don’t say anything, just think, what were you doing? Where were you? Who were you with? He thought as he stood starting past the reaper, trying to catch glimpses of anything in the flashes of lightning. “YOUR THOUGHTS ARE NOT YOUR OWN HERE...EVEN IF YOU SAY NOTHING I CAN HEAR YOU INDRID, I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN YOU KNOW YOU” The reapers voice was so loud Indrid threw up. As he threw up he heard beeping and a scream.

The Reaper stood over him still, “what did I do?” Indrid whimpered. “Ahhhh… yes, say that again?” Baffled, Indrid said, “What did I do?” The Reaper shrunk back to the original size he was, “this is the first thing you have said that made sense.” The voice was quiet and raspy again. “Do you admit you are here because you have never actually lived?” The reaper asked. Indrid didn’t understand, “I was never alive?” Indrid asked, “The Reaper said very softly, “No.  You have always existed Indrid, but you have made no difference in your life. All you have ever done is blame others for your own mistakes. Do you really want to know?” Indrid stood there searching the darkness of the cloak for eye contact. “DO I WANT TO KNOW WHAT?” Indrid asked sincerely. “What you Did.” The Reaper said coldly. The beeping continued from the background and the sound of sobs filled the air. After a few seconds Indrid thought about it one last time, and couldn’t remember where he was, what he had done, or who he was with. “Yes, please show me.”

The faint beeping began to grow louder, it sounded like a heart monitor. Wait, it IS a heart monitor, Indrid thought. The crying- that was his sister, and the screams he was hearing clearly now- were coming from his grandmother.  The light was so bright in the room that everything looked surreal, like a dream. Indrid was floating over himself and there were tubes in his mouth, his neck, and his nose. Everyone he knew was standing around him, crying and praying.

In a soul jerking flash, Indrid was now floating over himself sitting on a couch with his best friend. He knew this house, it was bad news. He wasn’t supposed to be here. The reaper was standing with Indrid as he watched himself pick up a dirty looking syringe from the floor. “What am I doing? STOP! STOP!” Indrid swatted at his own hands, but like a ghost he turned to dust with each touch. He watched as his body continued to burn a small rock of something in a spoon, pull the plunger of the dirty needle and insert it in his arm. The room flipped upside down and Indrid fell out of the roof into the roof of another house upside down then the entire world flipped right side up again. The reaper was showing him his childhood, he was a little boy and his mom had locked him and his little brother out of the house so that she could get high. Indrid was standing before the child he once was and watching as his baby brother clung to his tiny side. “I was so brave,” Indrid began to cry. His little brother cried out and the child Indrid was wrapped his arm around his little brother and said “I’ll never do like her. I’m going to be someone.” Indrid was teary eyed and staring at his baby brother when he was plucked out of that memory into the next.  

He was standing with his grandma before a judge. His baby brother was going to jail for stealing a car and a 12 year old Indrid was going to speak to the judge because his grandma was unable to speak English. The reaper stood with Indrid as he watched himself talk to the judge. “He doesn’t even care, look how he’s looking at me” Indrid pointed to the Judge. The reaper said nothing. He just nodded. The judge read “Guilty” and before the judge said anything else; Indrid blinked and was standing in the sensory shocking light he began in, the Reaper standing before him again. The darkness was darkness again, and the gusts of wind were sweetly perfumed again.

“You see, you were shown the wrong path, and you were even positive that path was never going to be yours. But you lied. “Indrid began to weep. He remembered what he was doing, where he was and who he was with. He had spent months cleaning himself up and fighting to get his children, when he did exactly what his mom did to him. He let a minor let down send him back to drugs, but this time the drugs were not what he had thought they were. They weren’t what anyone in that house thought they were and when Indrid took the first hot shot from the batch, the people he considered his friends, took his over dosing body and left it in an alley. After being rushed to the hospital it was determined that Indrid was now in an irreversible coma.

Indrid remembered everything and nothing all at once. He sank to his knees, head down and sobbing before the reaper. The light softened a little, “Please, Help me. Please.” “While I would love to help you in the way you think you need, I already have resolved to help you in another way.” The Reaper said in a plain normal voice. The voice was familiar. “What do you mean?” Indrid cried out, “HOW HAVE YOU HELPED ME?!” The Reaper sunk to his knees revealing himself to be Indrid himself, “I’ll never let you leave here and hurt yourself again or perpetuate this cycle to YOUR children.”

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