Little by little, book by book I became addicted to the word hell. I kept reading and going to the library that my mom would take us on the weekend. I kept learning and learning trying to find out all I could on hell and heaven, After researching all I could about heaven and hell I started looking for books that would give me some insight on what the Sins and Virtues are and what traits represent them, and what it meant to be under control of that sin or virtue, what punishment you faced if you picked to be a sinner, and how it felt to pick a virtue and do good.

Finally after years of my researching. It came my 8th birthday, the day my mother gave up on all the remedies, gave up on the holy water baths, she gave up on hope and faith. She always said the same thing the same word. Hell, Hell, Hell that's all she would say over and over and over again. That intoxicating word, the word I love but hate Hell what a dangerous but beautiful word to and intoxicating word too to me.

On the day of my 8th birthday, my mother told me that I would always be tainted by the...........