Dante+Essay

Brett McDaniel Bell:4A I awake and there’s nothing but the smell of blood filled air and fire. I wipe my eyes and sit up. I look around and all I can see is fire and rocks. I look to my left and I see my grandmother. “What is this place”, I said. She said, “this is hell my dear. You where sent here because gods noticed u were lost and confused in life and he sent me to guide u through this dreadful stronghold.” She took my hand and helped me up and we proceeded through the enormous gates of hell. As we walked through, the smell of blood became stronger to the point of it hugging my lungs and forcing me to choke. My grandmother assured that the smell would soon be gone as we walked passed the River of Blood of All Sinners. As we walked I tripped and scrapped my arm on a rock and it left a nasty gash. The smell was gone as my grandmother promised, but I soon heard gun shots as we come into a room with a man being repeatively shot by five prostitutes. “What’s going on?” I yelled. My grandmother replied, “That’s Jack the Ripper.” “Who?” I asked. She told me the man was a serial killer and the five women shooting him were the prostitutes he killed and that he had to suffer this fate for eternity. We soon left the room and continued through hell. As we continued to walk I started getting tired and sat down. My grandmother sat next to me and we began to talk about my life on earth and my confusion. I was still yet to figure out what it was causing it so my grandmother asked me to stand so we can continue on through. The path was long as we passed many of sinners and there torturing fates. We soon came to a room that was very foggy and the air smelled like poison. “What is that smell?” I asked. My grandmother said it was noxious gas and I asked from what. She told me Jim Jones occupied this room. His fate was to drink poison for the rest of his eternal life. I watched dreadfully as the people he killed were forcing the poison down his throat. I couldn’t stand to see this anymore and asked to leave. My grandmother granted my request and we left the room with caution. The heat began getting to intense for my skin and I began to sweat really badly. Before I could ask why it was so hot my grandmother said, “Were getting closer to him.” “The devil”, I reply. But she said nothing so I continued to walk. We walked into a colossal room. The air thick with smoke, I looked up and there he was, Hitler himself. I gasped as we saw Hitler being burned alive for eternity by every Jew he murdered during World War 1. My grandmother told me he was the deadliest sinner known to mad so he is put in the bottom of hell and suffers the worst fate of all. “Your journey is coming to an end”, she said. I asked her what she meant and she told me we must go through the fire to escape. I looked at her with a worried expression but she gave me a look back that gave me a sense of trust and I followed her into the flames. As we hit the wall of fire surrounding him I felt tired and passed out. I awoke in my bed and thought it was a dream, but I looked down and saw the scratch on my arm from the rock I hit before so I knew it was all true. I sat up as my confusion in life lifted and I felt realized of everything. I looked at my dresser and saw the picture of my grandmother and smiled and fell back asleep.