“How am I going to finish this in time?” I ask myself. “What if I just…no, I would never. Well, it would save me some time,” I ponder as I drift off to sleep. What is the line between right and wrong. Cheating seems to be a vague one to me. I mean, I just need a little help to get me started. As they say, the internet is a mighty source of power, why not use it? “Where am I?” I call into the darkness. Waiting for an answer, I begin to fret. “Is there anyone there?” the phrase comes out of my mouth almost as a whisper amid the strange sounds coming out of the quasi-zombie humans that have started to make a circle around me. They are curious of their new visitor. I hope I am a visitor in this strange place. A strange stench fills …show more content…
“Where am I anyways?” “Wait, I am not here to make accusations,” he assures me. “This is the eighth level of Hell. We are in the fifth pouch where the cheaters and corrupted souls go. Is there something you are thinking of doing that would cause you to end up here?” “My, my book talk,” I stutter, “I wasn’t actually going to” “That’s what everyone says,” he cuts me off. “It must have been pretty heavy on your mind to cause such a concern to your parents. What were you thinking of doing?” “I was only going to look up a summary for the part of the book I have left to read,” I reply sullenly. During my almost pointless response, I realize how foolish I have been. “Once you start down the road of deceit, it is hard to turn back and make things right again.” “I know” I whisper. “Take a look around,” he mentions, changing the subject. “What do you see?” “Heads sticking out of boiling tar,” I mumble, barely loud enough for him to …show more content…
“I think you have learned all you need to know for now. Don’t worry, I will get us out of here. Follow me.” As he is speaking, the temperature of the air becomes almost unbearable and the liquid tar begins to boil boisterously. Looking into the eyes of the creatures, I can hear their eyes cry out inaudibly. Their pupils are bulging, and it seems as if their eyes will burst from their sockets at any moment. Light shines down from above as the sky opens up, and a shadow starts falling towards us. We glance at each other knowing what will happen if we are here when the object hits the boiling tar. He gives me a reassuring nod and offers his hand. The sound of my heartbeat resonates throughout my body leaving no room for any thoughts of doubt. Taking a deep breath, I reach out and take his hand. We walk over the sea of tar by using the heads of the creatures as places to put our feet. "The only way out is by the same fashion that object is coming in," he explains. I can sense the nervousness in his voice, but I don't mention anything. Pondering his plan, my hands trace the bruises along my body, and I realize the true way in which I arrived at this eccentric place. I didn't think the bodies would ever end, but we have finally come to the end of this strange dwelling. Peering over the edge, all I see is a never ending drop