What Hell Does To You

“Sitting in a dark corner, eating something that doesn’t even fall under the category of food. Alone, in silence, nothing to do but, wonder and think. This has been most of my life. Twenty long, hard, suffering years of my life went down the drain, when the judge cursed me with his verdict. My name just in case you didn’t know was Keith Smith, I was an ordinary person, and led a good life. That was until a thief, came into my house, and out of self-defense I killed him; through no fault of my own, I simply pushed him and he fell on his own knife.”1

“I was innocent, but now I’ve changed, and as my character changed, so did my name.2

People now call me “Seeker” A name that now strikes fear in people’s hearts. Soon, any day now, I will escape and kill the man that did this to me. I will seek him out and damn him3

, Judge Stephenson, I am coming.”4

“I have devised the perfect plan on how to escape, from this dungeon. In three days time, there will be a total eclipse, shutting off all power, which will give me exactly one minute and thirty seconds, to make my escape.”5

“The three days passed longer then any three that I’ve ever known. Suddenly all went dark. With all the weight lifting I had done, I became strong, so strong that I was able to bend metal bars. That is exactly what I did to the bars of my cage. With little time left, I ran like light energy passing through a wire. I leaped and dodged everything that was in the room that I had been studying, all this time. I had finally left the only thing that was keeping me from carrying out my faith.”6

“Filled with anger, hate and rage inside of me, I carried on with my journey towards the man who was once in charge of my faith, at a point in time. Now his faith was in my bloody hands!”7

“As I knocked on the door of his humble house, I was thinking that in a few moments I would have killed a foolish man. When he opened the door his face lit up, as if he had just seen a phantom face from the past. He slammed the door in my face and I could hear the clatter of his feet as he ran up the stairs. I calmly burst open the obstacle that was in my way. I though I would have some fun with this pathetic human. I kept screaming that I’m going to have a much longer sentence this time, but he wouldn’t be the judge. After calmly strolling after this mad roadrunner I saw he was cornered and he curled up into a ball on the floor, his muscles were all tense and it seemed he was expecting a devastating blow from my mighty arms. But this did not come, I simply gazed at the hysterical judge and I asked him if he would like to pray for forgiveness to God for condemning an innocent man to hell. He knelt down and said he was sorry and he began to pray, suddenly he jumped up and struck me on the head with a chair, I could see he was shocked when I showed no signs of pain and that I didn’t even budge he then tried to escape but I obviously prevented this from happening, I stopped him and started ending his life with my bare hands.”8

“Later, after all the screaming, I looked down at Judge Stephenson’s body, which had been drowned in his own Lucifer red blood, and I then spat on what used to be the respectable judge. I had no more a reason to live. My life goal was gone, the deed was done and I wondered what should be done next. Should I run? Should I go on a killing spree? Then it hit me, I got it and that was it. Yes so that was the end of it. No, I didn’t kill myself; I did something worse, something so bad I then regretted it. I tortured myself, by going back to prison.”9

“Now, I’m in a mental hospital, awaiting my death sentence and I still remember every single thing I did. But all this wasn’t my fault I simply did what I was thought, what my instincts had become. The thing I remember the most was these memorable words that changed my life that was the first step on to a road of insanity. The very words that condemned my soul.10

“Keith Smith, this court finds you guilty, and sentences you to LIFE in prison!”11

That is how the story would have ended, but in actual fact it didn’t. The ending of my tale is as follows. Judge Stephenson attempted to hit me with the chair but his curious butler had heard the noises and arrived at the scene. I whole-heartedly wanted to punish the great judge for his horrible mistake. Vengeance would have been mine, but as his butler butted in our business, Judge Stephenson, with shock not doubt, smashed the chair on his faithful butler, which sent him tumbling down the stairs only to create a sea of blood. How ironically planned by the faiths!12

He was sent to prison for life. Finally after everything said and done, I was let go, why, I’m not sure, but never the less I was free, free to start a new chapter in life.13

It was like being reborn, I felt as if when I was in prison all the happiness was sucked out of me and now it’s all flooding back! What an amazing feeling! Happiness beyond all happiness. It’s disturbing to think about what hell does to you.14