Sins are Deadly.

I think it was the moment where I could no longer feel my feet against the ground. They dangled there as I pulled at the hands around my neck. The air supply was gone; no air entering my lungs or going out.

It was him, that dark figure within my dreams that always haunted me. Pushing me to the edge. He was like a terminal illness within the deepest parts of my mind that just wouldn't go away. 

"Have you met your match, Sandie?" He would ask in that deep dark voice.

Torturing me with questions when he knew I couldn't answer. My screams were hoarse as I begged under my silent screams. I gave him that look in my eyes as tears would stream down my face. 

"You think those tears repent you for your sins? Slut!" He would say before slapping me; leaving claw marks against my cheeks. 

I couldn't help but die. Over and over again in the same dream. The same dream four twelve years. I would slowly go insane, eventually ending up here in this padded room where I saw him in every corner. 

Everyone said I was hallucinating, but I knew he was real.

He counted for every sin.

Every single little sin that I had committed by the age of 21. 

It was the night of my 21st birthday when he began taunting me. 

And taunting. 

And fucking taunting.

Until he broke me.

And when he did.

I eventually used my fingernails and ripped my own throat out.

I died.

And I thought it would stop.

But he met me in hell, where he burned my skin over and over.

It would grow back, and then be burned again. That's when I realized: your sins stick with you for eternity, and so will Lucifer himself.