Return to Archive 666 by Danielle J. I wasn’t happy anymore and didn’t want to live. I couldn’t contribute anything; I had nothing to give. I thought about my life, but I decided I didn’t care. I couldn’t burden this world anymore; I knew it wasn’t fair. So I put the blanket over my head and bid my last farewell. Then I gulped my last breath and proceeded down to hell. The stairs are dark and crowded. It’s really hard to see; I am getting stepped on. Is this how it’s suppose to be? I’ve finally made it down to the waiting room in hell. "How long is the wait?" I ask. "Only time can tell." My number has been called. Is that good or bad? I look towards the door and see everyone is sad. I pass the rows of people waiting to get in. I looked at each face and wondered how they sinned. With my hand on the knob, I look back up to Earth and remember everything in my life all the way back to birth. I couldn’t handle it all; I guess I hadn’t tried. I opened the door marked "666" glad that I had died.