Your Personal Hell

[Tonimata]

Being stuck in a small, cold flat, with no human company or worthy internet contact, with little other entertainment than books, games, and music, without the opportunity to do anything productive or to, say, forward your life and your development as a person in any way, suffering from a medical condition that limits your energy and strength, fearing that at any given moment you might faint with no one there to rescue you, and knowing that you've failed pretty hard at life and are now depending on another person's payroll

I want a cuddle

 

[Kapri]

Listening to Message in a Bottle by The Police over and over for eternity.

You've visited my mother's? How's she doing?

*sniffle* She... she didn't know how to work the CD player so it was on repeat... FOREVER!!!

 

[Drenaje1]

My personal hell?

There would need to be children. I would probably guess it to be around 5-7 children, but knowing hell, it would be much, much more. They're all running around, and screaming, and banging and knocking things over.

Children are terrible. I don't personally remember being so annoying to everyone around me...

 

[TheTim]

A place that doesnt get cold, full of spiders, warm beer, and fat chicks or no chicks,
god that makes me quiver just thinking about it.

 

[jackpackage200]

Being stuck in the car with my moms boyfriend while being forced to listen to him awkwardly talk about his rather bizarre obsession with bird feeders.

 

[Don Savik]

Large crowds of people staring at me like vultures. Waiting for me to trip on my face so they can go in for the kill. Just staring and watching with those eyes O_O Soulless, horrid eyes.

Funny enough, being foreveralone would be a good hell for me too.

Or a room full of cute girls my age laughing at me, that would be ....just horrible...I would lose my fucking mind and kill all of them.

Very....freudian of me....hmmm......

 

[Harbinger_]

The sky rains a mixture of acid and titanium tipped syringes filled with poison and yet I am immortal. I am chased by demonic creatures that claw at my naked body whispering threats of ravaging me. The faces of my friends float around me telling me that they never cared.

The ground is covered in broken glass and so I leave a bloody trail as I roam ceaselessly looking for cover from the wretched rain. There is no food, there is no water and I know that no matter what happens to me I'll live through it and that is no blessing but a curse. The air is filled with sulfurous clouds and the screams of the damned.

That is my personal hell.