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Hi, my name's Gabriella and this is my story...

---Storytime---(This part is written by @earth_angel17 )

I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door, saying goodbye to a cracked picture frame of my dad. "Bye Dad, I'm heading out!" I said, slamming the door behind me as it's been seven dad since my father's death from an alcohol overdose, and my life began unraveling under a heavy sense of grief. In turmoil, I dropped out of high school to work as a bartender and nurse.

After three months of relentless efforts without a high school diploma, I achieved the title of Registered Nurse at Valley Hospital Medical Center by being the youngest one on the team. Here, my days are filled with assisting, comforting, and easing the suffering of individuals during their toughest moments. 

Although tortured by insomnia and still suffering from the loss of my dad, I find purpose in my existence as it impacts the lives of those requiring support on this planet.

However, the late nights at the town's bar provide a different kind of escape. 

Mixing drinks, smoking, and listening to other people's shitty lives and secrets by giving their cocktails every night to soothe their aching hearts was something I get paid for. But deep down, the guilt and sorrow lingered that I couldn't sleep at night which caused me to have insomnia, and let me tell you; the prescription that the doctors recommend for you to sleep better. 

Doesn't work like shit. 

This makes me remember what my dad would say to me: " 'Even if ya don't feel like it doing it, just get that shit done.' " It made me smile to think of him but I shook it off as I continued making my way downtown when suddenly...

"Gabriella?~" I heard an all-too-familiar voice laugh. I squeezed your eyes shut.

'Fuuuuucccckkkk...' I turned my head down and looked away, praying that they wouldn't bother me. The bitchy voice grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, getting close to my face.

I smiled sweetly, "Let. The fuck. Go," I growled.

The girl laughed coldly. "Haven't seen you in a long time..."

"Yeah? Well, I consider myself to be above those assholes at school, thanks," I replied bitterly. "Not including me I hope?"

"Nope, you too." She rolled her eyes. 

"Where have you been these past few months hm?" Getting wasted in the corner of a tobacco store like your daddy?"

I struck her across the face, "Don't breathe a word of Husk, Karen." Karen gritted her teeth and kicked me to the ground, pinning me with her foot: "You'll pay for that..."

The last thing you ever saw was her ugly blood-stained face as she laughed.

"Fuck you..." I muttered my last words.

Everything turned dark, as I was only 18... when I got murdered.

---End of the story---

And that's how I ended up in Hell...

A/N: Thank you, earth_angel17! For permitting me to use your one-shot part for it.