𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏—-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

??? POV

It was so cold. The breeze was almost fusing my finger tips blue. No matter how much I huddled into myself it was still so cold. I held myself closer, feeling my own figure tremble in soon to be hyperthermia.

I was sat in a freezer. Locked In here with the intent of punishment. Sometimes I asked myself. Who was punishing me?

A punishment From who? God?

Was God punishing me? Was the creature of hell punishing me? What did I do in any past life to have to endure such purgatory?

Had I sinned so deeply I deserved to rot away in a freezer like raw meat? Why had my life turned out this way. Having only been on this earth for how many little years, had I done something wrong.

Each breath was visible, almost a reminder of where I was when I either slipped between consciousness and numbness. I was barely clothed, the material almost melded into my skin from how cold it really was.

My eyes would drift every now and again to the clock on the wall that ticked with each passing moment. I had been here for god knows how long looking at the broken clock that would stop every few minutes.

Sometimes I would pinch my skin raw and bloody whenever my eyes would roll with lifelessness. I had amounted at least six scabs on each arm from how I tried to keep constant consciousness.

I could only sit there, huddled in a corner, praying for mercy. Praying for this to end. Praying to the God that punished me In this life. I don't want to die.

And then the door was opening. The clinking sound of the lock and it was pushed open. And instead of the mercy I wished for. The God I prayed to.

Instead Was the very embodiment of satan himself. No mercy was given or received. I could feel my skin prick, either from the cold or with anxiety, maybe both.

And then he was walking over to my small figure, feet thundering in the floor with each step.

Before I knew it I was being forced to look up, his nails digging into my scalp as he forced me to face him.

"Have you finally learned your lesson?" His low, malicious voice seethed as he burned holes into my face.

"Y-yes! P-please I'll be good just p-please l-let me out!" I cried, shaking from where I sat on the floor. He didn't even blink, letting go of my hair just to pull me up on the my feet.

I bit my lip to quieten my sobs, my legs buckling where I stood but I forced strength.

He sneered at me before he was pulling me in the direction of the door.

I prayed for an end. End this life for me please. Do I deserve this fate? My life in the hands of not only God but the devil. My soul played with like toy whilst I suffer more winters to come? What did I do?

What did I do!

The entity above, why won't you forgive me?

What did I do to deserve the pits of fire on earth instead of hell?

As he pushed me through the door, and as the door fell shut with a loud thud, I found myself thinking,

I don't want to die.

AN:

So this isn't a confession, it's something different. Whilst confessions is the admittance of something's important, these are flashback chapters of characters backstories and pasts. Yet again they are anonymous til they are revealed later but I'm wondering who do you thinks POV this is?

Confessions and flashbacks serve as chapters all the same. Just a lot shorter but very important.