Read the entries to previous WriteStuff competitions.
I have no idea where I am. I am lost, but it all looks familiar. My back aches and blood is gushing out of my arm. "Where am I?" I’ve been in a car crash and then I was out cold. I've been here before, when I was little. I was hit by a car, but then I got pulled out of this place straight away and woke up in a hospital bed. I’ve already been here longer than last time.
All around me I can see people inside cramped rooms: they seem to be repeating the same action ceaselessly as if they were being compelled to. I remembered when I got out of, I read a book that explained everything about what this world was. It was where people came after death. Everyone was locked in one of those rooms after they had died, but if you were in the world and not in one of those rooms you were very close to death. They were rooms of torture and you had to fix everything in your past life: you did this by repeating your worst moment continuously. Once you finally forgave yourself for what you have done you could be let out of the room and get sent somewhere else.
I knew what I had to do. I had to get to the biggest mountain here so that it would be easier for me to get back into my body, but the longer I stay here the harder it will be for me to go back. You have 3 days to get out or you will stay here in a repetitive loop of loneliness until your heart stops beating. My time has started.
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