"The Damnation"

            I wake up drenched in sweat as thunder rattles my bedroom windows. I slowly pull myself off the soaked sheet, and groggily sit up. I stare at the pouring rain as I try to clear the pounding headache caused by the hangover I tied on last night at the pub. I glance at the clock on my phone and curse Nature for waking me up so early. The wedding isn't another 12 hours from now, but the light show outside won't let me sleep.

            I stand up, and wobble into the living room. As I walk by the couch in the dark, I hear the voice of my fiancée Sarah.

            "About time you woke up, "she says. "How was your bachelor party?"

            "It was good. Why are you sitting in the dark?" I ask.

            "Power went out an hour ago," she replies. "They will send out a tech once the storm passes."

            "What time did you get home last night from your bridal shower?" I inquire as I sit down on the couch.

            "I can't remember. You?" Sarah asks.

            "Some time after two I guess," I state as I feel my head now throbbing.

            "The headache will pass soon, dear. In fact, your hangover will be gone as well."

            "I hope. I hate working feeling like shit," I say as I feel her hand rest on mine. I shudder a little for it feels cold and clammy.

            "It will happen sooner then you think," she states. "I already cured mine."

            "How did you cure it so quickly?"

            "In a few minutes, you will find out."

            I sit there perplexed in the dark as I'm trying to figure out how she cured her hangover so quickly if she didn't get home before I got home. I'm also curious why she crashed on the couch, and didn't come into the bedroom. Then again, she might have been so drunk, her friends decided to lay her down on the couch instead of trying to put her into bed. Either way, the fact the power is out is not a great way to start what is supposed to be a happy day.

            She moves her hand up my arm, causing me to jerk it back. Her hands are ice cold. I'm almost tempted to grab my phone to have some light, but the way my stomach is gurgling, I'm afraid to move.  However, I hear a loud pop over my head, and my stomach stops gurgling. Also, my headache goes away like someone flipped off a switch to cure my hangover. However, my neck feels stiff as I gasp for air for a minute.

            "Hey! My hangover is gone!" I exclaim out of shock as my breathing returns to normal.

            "I told you," replies Sarah.

            I hear another popping sound, and the lights come on. Dangling a few feet from my face is a pair of feet hanging over an overturned step ladder. I look up, and start screaming as I see my body dangling from ceiling. My face is lifeless as a noose is tight around my neck. In my hand is a bloody chef's knife. I glance over to Sarah, and see blood has stained her entire chest from the slit in her throat.

            "This is all a dream," I state as I stare at the corpse hanging from the ceiling. "This is not real.

            The corpse lifts its head and moans, "This is not a dream. This is Hell. "

            "This is all a dream," I whine as I see Sarah's body begin to self-combust into a ball of flames.  

            "You cheated on her, and you decided that Sarah  didn't deserve to live a life. You will now be faithful in your own living nightmare," my corpse moans.  "Enjoy rotting in the flames of Hell!"

            I'm about to say something when Sarah grabs my hand and says, "Our souls are now entwined for eternity. Instead of Heaven, we'll be wedded in Hell."

            I scream as everything erupts into flames. The last thing I remember before everything went black was my corpse laughing as the world burned around me.  The last thing I ever heard before I was consumed by the flames was my corpse stating, "Your souls will never experience love, but hatred for each other. Enjoy the damnation!"