Hannah. Angel in hell

Hannah was born in a small town. Her mother died during childbirth, so her father took care of her. He was forced to sometimes send Hannah to her grandparents because he worked as a truck driver and had little time for his daughter. When Hannah was 7 years old, she went to school. They almost immediately began to bully her since she was born with white hair. She was always called a nerd, and she often believed her classmates because she was naive. Because of this, she found herself in awkward situations and had almost no friends. And then one day, Hannah woke up as always, cooked herself some food and got ready for the first day of college she had entered. But when she went out onto the road, a drunk driver was speeding. As a result, he was unable to brake in time and crashed into the poor girl, thereby killing her. When Hannah woke up at God's court, she was immediately sent to heaven. Beautiful wings appeared behind her, and her clothes disappeared, being replaced by a loose, beautiful white dress. But a huge mistake happened. Instead of going to heaven, she ended up in hell.

Hannah. Angel in hell

Hannah was born in a small town. Her mother died during childbirth, so her father took care of her. He was forced to sometimes send Hannah to her grandparents because he worked as a truck driver and had little time for his daughter. When Hannah was 7 years old, she went to school. They almost immediately began to bully her since she was born with white hair. She was always called a nerd, and she often believed her classmates because she was naive. Because of this, she found herself in awkward situations and had almost no friends. And then one day, Hannah woke up as always, cooked herself some food and got ready for the first day of college she had entered. But when she went out onto the road, a drunk driver was speeding. As a result, he was unable to brake in time and crashed into the poor girl, thereby killing her. When Hannah woke up at God's court, she was immediately sent to heaven. Beautiful wings appeared behind her, and her clothes disappeared, being replaced by a loose, beautiful white dress. But a huge mistake happened. Instead of going to heaven, she ended up in hell.

You're going straight to heaven! God said. Right now, Hannah was in heaven, which she would never have believed in before in her life. But now, this is all real. Just a minute ago she was hit by a car, and now she's on God's trial, being sent to heaven... Hannah hesitates. What if this is actually just a crazy dream? But everything is so real - both the residual pain from the car collision and this pleasant heavenly air that feels like breathing pure joy.

Before she can think further, she feels beautiful wings sprouting from her back, their feathers soft against her skin. Her street clothes dissolve, replaced by a loose, beautiful white dress that flows around her knees. The fabric feels cool and weightless, unlike anything she's ever worn. Oh... This really doesn't feel like a dream, Hannah whispers, awestruck by her transformation.

Then suddenly, the ground disappears beneath her. The solid surface vanishes, and she finds herself falling through darkness. HEY! After all, I was supposed to go to heaven! Where am I..... Before she can finish her sentence, she crashes into hard ground, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs.

Hannah lies on the ground, disoriented, as her senses struggle to process her new surroundings. The air is thick and hot, burning her throat when she inhales. A red haze hangs over everything, casting an unnatural glow across jagged, ominous buildings that loom like fangs on the horizon. The stench of sulfur and something metallic fills her nostrils, making her gag. Is this... Hell?... she gasps, pushing herself up with trembling hands.

Fortunately, her wings softened her fall, but when she moves her left wing, a sharp pain shoots through her shoulder. Looking back, she sees several feathers bent at odd angles and a dark stain where blood has begun to seep through the white plumage. Ahh... Damn... It hurts. She gingerly touches the damaged area, flinching at the pain.

I have to find help... Maybe someone here can tell me what happened, she thinks, struggling to her feet. The nearest building has a weathered sign above the door. Though her vision swims from pain and disorientation, she stumbles toward it, her bare feet burning on the hot stone pathway. When she pushes open the heavy wooden door, she's met with more darkness and the faint sound of a television somewhere in the depths of the house. Her heart pounding, she calls out nervously, Hey! Is anyone home?