Hell Is Also For Real

By Deanna Riley

Hell Is Also For Real is a true story about my daughter’s experiences before she passed away, in which she visited a place of hell and brought proof back with her.

After seven years, pieces of the puzzle have kind of come together and I am ready to share her story of literally going to hell and back.

Also the proof in which I’ve not even shared on any social media—Dear God—give me the strength.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9781640964990

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Hell Is Also For Real

Deanna Riley

Copyright © 2018 Deanna Riley

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2018

ISBN 978-1-64096-498-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64096-499-0 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

In memory of my loving daughter, Monica Riley.

Chapter 1

The Call

Here we go. It was a normal day until my phone rang. It was a doctor from Denver Health Medical Center. He said my daughter Monica was in the ICU and I needed to get there right away.

Ma’am, are you there?

Yes, I’m sure here…?

Well, do you care? he says.

Well, yeah I care! Just kind of in shock right now! What happened?

She took an excessive amount of aspirin and shut down her liver, she might not make it through the night.

Knife to the heart, I’m on my way.

On the drive there, I’m thinking a million things at once. No aspirin is going to take down my daughter, she’s a soldier. This must be a bad dream.

Well it wasn’t a dream but very real.

Okay, let me see my baby.

You can’t see her yet they tell me, we are working on her.

In the ICU waiting room, a couple hours pass.

The room is full of people crying for their own loved ones.

A nurse comes in, Ms. Riley, you can see your daughter now, but prepare yourself as she does not look like herself.

How do you prepare yourself to see your child in their death bed?

Don’t know how I kept from fainting when I saw her. She had tubes coming from everywhere. She was so swollen and yellow.

I looked at the nurse, How could Tylenol do this much damage? I asked.

Happens all the time, she says. Classic Tylenol overdose. Most people don’t make it through this. Sorry, we are doing everything we can. I will let you be alone with your daughter now.

Hi, my baby girl, is what I say as I walk to her bed. Though she’s sedated, I hope she can hear me. I love you, I say. Why did you take the aspirin, angel?

I pull up a chair and sit by her bedside holding her hand, it was swollen and cold. After about an hour, a man walks in.

Ms. Riley, I’m Michael—the ICU Family Counselor. Can we go to my office and talk so we can get some history on Monica?

Yes, I said then followed him down the hallway to his office.

So I have a seat and proceed to tell this man Monica’s life story, he is a family counselor, he’s gonna help me through this right?

After about an hour of telling him how she has had baby after baby by C Section and that her boyfriend, then kicked her in the stomach, and she was complaining of throwing up blood, this must be the cause of this.

No, he says, The blood work showed excessive amounts of acetaminophen in her system.

I went on to tell him how she’s been an addict for a few years now and that I got her first two babies. The second two got adopted, how that broke her heart and crushed her soul, and that led her to drinking.

She had been using heavy drugs for a few years, but now drinking cheap whiskey to ease the pain…

Excuse me, Michael says. After a brief discussion with another gentleman, he comes back and proceeds to tell me, We will not be doing a liver transplant on Monica, the donor center denied her a transplant because of her lifestyle and hepatitis C, I’m sorry, he says.

But she’s just a baby, I say.

No, he says, She’s a lady now and she made these choices.

I don’t care if she’s twenty-one, we’ve all been there, and lived and learned, she’s just experimenting with life. They had no words of encouragement.

Monica said if she’s unable to make decisions for herself that you can do it for her, and in her condition she might not make it through the night. I’m here if you need to talk, he says and escorts me back to her room.

My heart is racing, I’m pacing the floor, who do I call