Dear Journal,
I met a lot of new people today. This one girl Charlie even told me that I should start writing down my feelings because I apparently have a temper and writing is a good way to express myself in...less harmful ways. I don't even know if I want to be good because I wasn't when I was on earth, but that's a story for a different time. I want to write about today.
One second I was alive and the next thing I know, everything is on fire and people are miserable. It's actually not that different from earth, just a little bit hotter. After I realized what happened, I walked around for a little bit. Again, not all that much different from earth. The cannibal district was a little much, though. I continued walking and keeping a low profile until I found a hotel on a hill and thought it would be a nice place to crash for the night. I opened the door and the place seemed pretty empty. Once I stepped inside, I saw the bartender. He looked up and then yelled, "we've got company!"
Then, a girl with blonde hair who seemed to come out of nowhere rushed over to me and was very excited to see me. She welcomed me and said that her name is Charlie and that it is nice to meet me. She then gave me a hug and I gently shrugged her off. I don't do hugs. Then, she called for everyone else to greet me.
"This is Angel, this is Vaggie, this is Alastor, this is Husk, and this is Niffty. And you already met me. I'm Charlie, the owner of the hotel. Welcome! I do hope you choose to stay for a little while."
I told Charlie that I just wanted to stay for the night and leave in the morning. I just needed a place to rest my head.
"Looks like another failed attempt at redemption. You really need to rethink this, although I do enjoy seeing you fail, Charlie." Said the guy who had a weird voice and what looked to be almost 100 year out of date clothing.
I couldn't help myself and started laughing. I had never met someone as naive as Charlie until today.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
I responded and said the fact that she feels that souls in hell could be saved was the biggest joke that I'd ever heard.
"Will you stop laughing? She's trying really hard, even if it isn't the greatest idea. We have already redeemed one soul and they actually made it to heaven."
The girl with the side part over her eye said.
"Yeah. Charlie's done a really good job of making this shit hole less of a shit hole." The dude with pink hearts said.
This just made me laugh harder. I really felt that this was the biggest joke that someone had told me. I'm not used to people being honest.
After I realized they were serious, I stopped laughing.
"So, this isn't a joke?" I asked.
"Nope." Said the bartender.
I sat down on the couch to take it all in. I was in disbelief that these people are actually this stupid.
"Why? Why redeem souls who are already lost causes?"
"Because my dear, it makes princess feel better, even if she isn't very good at it." Said the man with the funny voice.
"And what was your name?" He asked.
"Solei. Solei Twilight."
All of a sudden the man's demeanor changed. His voice went static.
"Solei Twilight, you say...hmm. I have some work to do if you all would excuse me."
The man then left without another word.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Asked the guy with pink hearts.
"Care to explain yourself?" Asked Charlie.
I couldn't explain it, but all of a sudden I was filled with rage. I got up off the couch and burst into flames.
"Holy shit...you can summon and control hellfire, too. Who are you?"
"Those are enough questions for one night." I said.
"That's okay. How about you take this journal and pen and write down your feelings, especially when you're feeling angry. We wouldn't want you unintentionally burning down the hotel."
"Fine. But I'm leaving in the morning." I took the journal and pen from Charlie and she led me to my room.
"This is where you're going to stay tonight. Let me know if you need anything!"
Charlie shut the door and I've been writing ever since. Even though I'm in hell, I don't know if I've ever had a room in my life that is this comfortable, but I would never tell Charlie or any of the residents here that. It does make me feel a little better to write.
Until I write again,
S. T.