The people in line waiting for their dooms look de...

The people in line waiting for their dooms look devoid of all hope. Their pale faces with dark ovals under their eyes are absent of all joy. In fact, they're absent of all emotion. Just, empty shells of the people they once used to be.

When you finally get your scantron and test and find a seat, you realize that you are now on an unforgiving journey of bubbling your own way to oblivion. But wait, you know some of these answers! You think you can carve your own fate. For the first time in weeks you feel hope. Unfortunately, whatever fleeting hope you had is devoured by the testing proctors looming over you like wraiths. Much like dementors in Harry Potter that feed off of happiness. It was too good to be true. Your broken will and heart succumb to the fact that any path you take ends in your demise.

The turning of pages sounds like thunder in a brutal storm. When you don't hear pages turning. It's silent. Too silent. If you have ever wondered what death sounds like, this is it. You could quite literally hear a pin drop on the floor............ even though it's carpet. Minutes go by and it seems like hours. Hours go by and it seems like days. You finish your test. That's all you can really say for yourself.

You go outside and realized you parked your car a half-mile away. It's 8:34 in the evening, the middle of January, and it's 7 degrees outside. Many think that hell is a fiery dominion where you burn for eternity in agony, but no. It's here. It's dark, cold, quiet, and lonely. You could disappear and no one would know. Would anyone even care? You try not to dwell on the thought. The biting cold takes whatever life you have away from you, slowly, but surely. Your fingers start to numb, your mind sluggish. You feel as if this winter hell is slowly toying with you until your mind goes blank and you collapse, where it can then blanket your corpse with snow, never to be found.

You somehow make it to your car. You pause and reflect on what happened. You curl up in the fetal position and cry. The only thing you can think of is that you're surprised that your tears aren't freezing on your face.

You finally get home. Your only solace is a pot of ramen and Netflix. As you're watching Friends for the second time, you finish your ramen. You've had it so many times, that you don't even taste it anymore. You're thinking if you should go get some late-night McDonald's or Taco Bell, but then you remember your bank account is as empty as your heart. You go to bed, not quite hungry and not nearly as full. You cry yourself to sleep knowing that you not only have one, but two exams the next day. This is your reality now. This is your hell. This, is BYU.