You know how sometimes you feel you are in hell and can’t get out? You keep playing the same memory in your head, over and over again, the memory that shows you how you shook the devil’s hand and told him you are going to be his for a while. Of course you didn’t know he was the devil at first, but soon enough he showed you exactly where you were and who you are dealing with.
So, you find yourself in hell and what do you do next? You try to leave and start fresh. The devil allows you too, and even kicks you in the ass on your way out, but not without some reminders to carry on with you after you leave him. And you carry them, and you try not to fall and even when everything seems to fall apart you keep on going and hope that some day those stones will became smaller and you will be free of that reminder. But the stones get bigger and bigger, their weigh becames impossible to carry and you know this can’t go on forever. You go through it all: happiness, a fake sense of freedom, hope, sorrow, pain and finally desperation.
Years pass, years of struggles and tears, years that you wish you can take back and in the midst of your desperation you see the light (or darkness). You understand that the rocks won’t stop from growing, that the only way to get rid of them is to take them back to hell. So, you knock at the devil’s door and he hands you a contract. You take your pen, put the rocks down, feel free and almost sign. You almost sign. If you don’t agree the only way to get out of hell is to carry mountains on your back in the outside world; if you do agree you’ll become pain free with just a few minor things to do for your dark boss. And if you think about it: why work for an angel you don’t know than for the devil you shared your meals with before? So, that’s the question of the day. Which hell is worse, the one you already know or the unknown itself?