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waiting for, I can see your Leighton at the end there, begging for you to come back, you going to leave him alone?” she taunts me.
    I drag myself upright again, the two of us hidden behind some rocky jagged boulders. “Right, there is a gap to go, let’s do this,” I say as I turn and grip the side of the wall, my fingers digging into the rock as I pull myself up, my feet landing on the first protruding piece of rocky face.
    “Good, that’s one step closer. Now another,” she tells me and I look around to see if we are still safe and out of site from those hounds or the devil himself, he is somewhere strewed across th is large expanse of hell.
    “Yes,” I say to myself, pushing further up. I take another four steps upwards, towards my freedom and hope of life again. “We’re doing it angel,” I tell her as she holds onto my bare flesh tightly, her tiny little fingers holding on like she is going to die.
    I look up as light starts to seep through the opening above me, giving me a slight ray of hope.
    “So tell me Abbi, why do you think you’re in hell, what’s the reason for your banishment here?” she asks me, still perched so angelically on my shoulder.
    “Lots of reasons, the main one my mother’s death. My father and she looked so happy before I was born, but because of me, she died. I can’t change that. I wish I could; make my father happy, stop him from turning into the monster he did.” I shrug a little as I heave myself up the high wall further.
    “You were a baby Abigail; you can’t blame yourself for your mother’s mental health issues. She should have sought help before it manifested into the demon it was.” She strokes my hair softly, a little clogged up with my blood. “So tell me, what else do you think brought you here instead of heaven?”
    I sigh; I have done far too many wrong things in my life. “I have a long list Angel. We don’t have that long.” I giggle a little as she digs her fingers into the soft spot at the back of my neck. It makes my hand loosen, causing me to slip a little. “Silly thing, you could have killed us.” I try to slap her little hand, stopping her tormenting on me.
    “Firstly, sweetheart, you are already dead and secondly tell me your sins so I can tell you if you deserve your place here.”
    “Okay, so, we have my mother’s death, then bringing my friend into the home where she was abused by my father, taking drugs and putting myself through torture on the streets, cheating on my husband, taking drugs whilst pregnant, taking drugs whilst breast feeding. Oh, and let’s not forget leading Antonio on.” I clench my eyes closed to try and stop the word infiltrating my mind, those three words he had told me last time we had been intimate. ‘I love you’ he had said, his entire soul behind them.
    “Stop now, Abigail, you have nothing to be sorry for. None of those things were your fault, everything you did you did for a good reason. Now wipe those bad thoughts away and get yourself out of here, because it’s clear now, real hell is your own conscious ruling you.”
    I look above and continue my own personal journey.
    “Look angel, its life,” I tell her, smiling into the brightness. It is weird, they say when you die you see the light, but I am seeing the light as I struggle to return to life.
    “You’re doing well Abbi, keep going, we can make it.” I know she is just as desperate as me to escape from this uninviting shit heap.
    “No , we ARE doing it,” I tell her, knowing without her strength and guidance I would have remained in that cell, alone, cold, and frightened until eventually I shrivelled up and ceased to exist in every world there was.
    “Yeah, we sure are. I can hear them Abbi, they’re calling for you. They need you; they need your help to find Melissa. Do you know who had her sweetheart?” she asks me as I continue to pull myself up the inside of this fiery inferno.
    I feel angry suddenly, the horrible images that plague my