A Private Hell

Spiraling through time itself was the only way to describe what Alyssa felt like. She thought she heard music, a sympathy of disjointed sounds that somehow worked together.

Falling into a dark chasm where all thoughts of the past, present and future seemed to mingle accompanied by overwhelming distress and the sounds of screams which pierced the young woman's ear she had to use her hands as makeshift ear covers.

Visions of her father appeared. “Your fault,” It whispered, “You are the only one that can fix it.” The words in a never ending loop. Over and over repeating until he was sucked back into the darkness, screaming as he went.

Alyssa fell to the ground, curled herself tightly into a ball. It was no use, the blackness began stretching her skin in a painful manipulation. Her bones seemed to break and then heal only to break again.

The computer hacker was losing all sense of reason, certain this was the end. She would remain in this kind of private hell forever. “No, please,” She screamed. “Stop.”

Suddenly a swirling vortex came towards her, it wiped her of all thar had just been and sent Alyssa crashing back to the world.