Oh man... Oh man... my head hurts so much. Tears streaming down my face. Holy shit. You probably don't understand my disfunction right now. Think about it! I was born and raised in Hell. I've only known suffering and now this... I had a life! I was murdered! Which is actually ironic because I usually do the murdering. I let out another scream. My whole life has been a life! What kind of sick kicking ass mess is this??

I look up at the crow. 

"Why did you show me all this?" I ask.

I saw their faces. I see them raping Daniel and torturing me. I got home too late on Halloween's eve. Fuck that man. Halloween Eve, Devil's night. How ironic. I'm not one to believe that much about fate, but now... yeah. I kind of believe this is fate. I stand up. I pull my blanket off. How long have I been dead?? The crow caws on top of some sort of paper. I walk over. I pick it up.

"Young FBI murdered 20 years ago by teenage gangsters." I read.

Huh... only twenty years. It felt like it was longer in Hell. Does time go slower in Hell? It would make sense. The crow caws again. I turn. There's a badge near it. I pick it up. It's my badge! I used to be honorable. I used to have a good life. Now... what the heck has happened? I didn't deserve this. It looked like I followed all the rules! I slam my fists into the desk. They're still alive. They would be 30-ish by now. I wonder if they're still setting things on fire and doing jack ass shit. Well... no more.