I Married the Prince of Hell

My whole life is a mess.  The school kicked me out, my parents disgrace me, my friends shut me down and I'm all alone now. I'm currently walking alone in the streets, because I have no house to stay in.  I look around as the people passed by me. They look happy, like they have nothing to worry about anything. Their smile... is like a monster to me. It's like an expression of hatred. I hate smile. I hate laughs. I hate everything, even myself.  I ran as fast as I can. I can't look at them anymore. Everything looks blurry and the only thing I could see is the blended city lights. I cried so loud not minding the people around me. I look like a f*****g mess and s**t.  I don't belong in here. I belong somewhere else... where people suffer. Somewhere like... hell.  I closed my eyes and stopped myself from running and thinking.  No... I can't be thinking this. Death can't be the answer.  I once told my friend not to take her life because there are people who love her and wouldn't want her dead. It's funny how I badly want it now without second thought.  I messed my hair up and cried on the floor.  I lift my head up as I hear the car pass by. I wiped my tears and looked at the beauty of the road. I never felt Car horns feels so good to my ears. It's pulling me... provoking me to come.  I find myself slowly reaching the road. Car horns started to sound like crazy, but I don't care. My tears won't stop from falling. I close my eyes as I cross the path. As I opened my eyes I saw a bright headlight from a car. I don't want to die... I want to live.  Tears roll down to my cheeks as I accept my fate. This is what I decided to do, I must accept the consequences.  I felt a life changing feeling, like my body was being pulled away.  I saw a guy beside me. Why is he here? Does he want to die too?  "Am I dead?"I asked the guy.  Is he a Grim reaper?  "Please take me,"I cried.