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    Vogt, JC - Circle of Hell

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    JC Vogt

    Heidi Snow
    From Page to Stage
    9/18/2016

    Circle of Hell
    JC Vogt

    I awake, suddenly, browned pine needles clenching to my skin and hair. Around me the
    expanse of forest continues, rows of trees disappearing into darkness. Slowly, I climb to my feet
    and look around. A low fog hangs lazily and particles of dust fall without purpose; a cleared twotrack follows the tree line into the nothingness ahead. As I walk, eerie echoes bounce of the off
    the tree trunks, and the warmth of the air grows. The darkness guides my footsteps deeper into
    the woods until I reach a door. Ornate and sturdy in stature, I reach for its curved bronze handle
    and tug, then yank. An aged squeal leaked from its hinges as it swung about, revealing a new
    world of despair.
    It was quite obvious that I wasnt home. Sunset Boulevard laid on the outskirts of
    Hollywood, California, where I lived in a residential area. The streets were dotted with the
    luxurious cars and homes of actors and business men and lawyers, and the closest you could get
    to a wooded area was the park a couple of blocks down. I was in the middle of my senior year of
    high school at Marymount High School, which attracted a lot of traffic from Bel Air as well.
    However, I hadnt really gone to classes much this far. My mom works as a casting director for
    some of the biggest names in the film industry, so shes living airport to airport, experiencing
    every corner of the world while traveling with movie crews. My dads been in the law practice
    for what seems like forever now. He started out in law school right after his first four years of

    college, and single-handedly funded his entire law school career by working various jobs around
    the city. Now he represents the biggest names in music, often bailing them out of jail after being
    busted for doing too many drugs at their house parties or toting around firearms they arent
    actually licensed to be carrying. As a result, Im home alone for a good part of the year. Well, the
    maids are usually around, but theyre as emotionless as the lion statues that mark our driveway.
    Ive been skipping class and hanging with a couple of my friends the last few weeks. Just the
    other week, we took a jet to Hawaii where we booked an over-priced hotel right on the coast of
    the ocean. We spent our days eating from local vendors, singing from the front-row of concerts,
    and running around hot springs, bottles of wine in our hands. Its those moments that I live for
    moments of happiness with people that genuinely care for you. However, living alone, Im
    usually left to go out and make those moments for myself. I dont think Ive ever heard my
    parents say I love you before, and while Im sure they have, just I dont remember it. I dont
    see them much.
    The air was warm and humid, emphasizing the unmistakable stench of death that spilled
    from this new land. Wondering who couldve spiked my drink, I continued forward. However, it
    wasnt long before I realized where I was. This was Sunset Boulevard, yet the once lively and
    colorful neighborhood now looked like a ruin of war. I walk to house and into the front door.
    Inside, I see the scene of last night. Solo cups and empty bottles of alcohol fill kitchen, and drunk
    teenagers fill the living room, where a DJ had been blasting a fresh set. However, the solo cups
    had been molded over. The bottles were cracked and faded with age, and vines and vegetation
    grew freely around the glass windows and kitchen appliances. Roots grew from the floor and
    wrapped intricately around my friends, who stood as stiff and as still as boards. I scream escaped

    my mouth, and before I could ask what had happened, a voice came from the crowd. Welcome
    to hell, Jacob. Come, join. You just as greedy as the rest of us.

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