Special Delivery

March 12, 1998.

Shower, breakfast, UCLA. That was part of Hannah's daily life.

Studying at college came and went, and when the time came for her to return home, she felt as though she was tired. She stretched her arms before she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Hannah immediately answered the door, and a woman in a brown uniform stood before her. She smiled before handing her some letters written by her parents.

"Hey, do I know you?" She then asked. "You look kind of familiar; weren't we in the same junior high together?"

"Teresa, it's great to see you again! How are you doing?"

"It's been mediocre. I've tried getting into college, but to no avail."

Hannah gave her a reassuring pat on the back, prompting Teresa to smile at her.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot," the delivery woman added before giving her a fairly large bag. "Is this what you also ordered?"

Inside the bag was a sledgehammer. Though Hannah had ordered one recently after leaving the portal for the first time, she saved it.

She simply nodded. "Thank you."

"Fantastic. Well, enjoy your mail! " Teresa said, smiling as she waved goodbye.

Hannah closed the door before retiring to her upstairs bedroom to read her letters.

Sitting onto the bed after setting her sledgehammer aside, she began reading her parents' letters in earnest. Then she heard ringing.

Setting down her letters, Hannah picked up the phone and asked, "Hello?"

"Hannah, baby," David's voice spoke from the other line. "Did you ever get the chance to tell me about Spring Break? Especially since you wanted to get away from all the hustle and bustle here in California."

"Hey, David. I apologize for not getting back to you about this yesterday, but here we are."

"So, have you thought about it? Or are you just going to stay in Cali alone so I can sun my ass off at Daytona?"

She let out a drawn-out sigh as she replied, "I have been thinking about it, but I have some things to attend to. So it's possible that I will or won't make it."

"Well, you better hurry up! It's only a few days away, and I'm waiting!" he told her.

Hannah was about to continue the conversation when she noticed someone peeking out of the mirror. To her surprise, it was Gertrude!

Quickly turning her attention to the phone, she concluded, "All right, I'll think about it. Like I said, I may or may not make it, but who knows?"

Hanging up, she got off the bed and looked at the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she immediately entered the mirror's portal to Hell.