My vision was plagued by black dots as I struggled to maintain consciousness, which was the only hope left for my bad ending to become eternal peace.

But that was easier said than done as my thought process was clouded by the immense pain I was in, My skin tingled as it felt like I was being gnawed on by a billion fire ants, my breathing coming out in shallow gasps,as I tried to force myself to retain the little strand of reasoning I had left in my attempt to repent.

I was engulfed by a pungent smell of burning metals, leather and rubber, choking me further.....I was in the midst of a raging fire.

Being trapped between my seatbelt and my car seat and tormented by the ringing of my chared eardrums against the raging flames but even at this stage I could still hear it... As I was being forced to listen to those evil and blood chilling whispers,wondering why I could still perceive sounds even though my ears where long since burnt to a crisp.

I was scared, frightened even, not knowing their source, but in fact deep within my soul I knew...

Because I was about to die.

Those voices where in fact the cries of the dead, lost and forever tortured souls trying to pull me into a state of panic and fear, in which I had long succumbed to, so that the devil, the grim reaper or by his real name 'Lucifer' to drag my soul into the ever burning abyss of eternal flames to be tormented for all eternity.

As miserable as I was now, I knew I deserved it, every last bit of it and even far worse, I deserved to be tortured, brutally punished and vanquished from this earth for all the suffering I put them through, I put 'her' through..... my incompetence, ignorance, indifference, I really deserved a much worse punishment than just being burnt alive in my own car, but even with this realisation I was scared, I didn't want to die, no not like this, and even if I did, i would have liked to apologize, beg for forgiveness.....and Repent for all the sins I had commited because I was indeed truly...

A Coward.

So with this resolve, I prayed.

I prayed to the God to whom 'she' served....'she' taught and urged me to serve, holding on to the little hope that the Great One would listen and acknowledge my feeble cries of mercy and forgiveness and give me another chance, so i might be able to meet her again even in the prosperous and blissful land called Heaven.....