PLEASE (5)

I can't believe how these people are able to be this quiet. I have always been a party person which means a lot of noise every second of every day. This, I just can't get used to. Now I hate the colour white from how much I'm seeing it and it being brighter from the bright lighting.

I'm wide awake because I was never one to fall asleep during the day or the night with lights on. Should I scream and cause a commotion because I'm very tempted to. But I have a feeling the shadow things will come here and I just can't stand them. Of all body parts, why just hands. That are calloused.

Moja how did you end up here? They will say, 'rest in peace ' or ' rest in power ' or 'shine on your way ' or ' dance with the angels ' What angels? I have only met one so far and she didn't look like the type to dance or anything. I'm I in hell? Why do people give you hopes that the after life is good? Do people really know about here?

"Where is here though? " I wonder out loud.

Pagatory . Hell. Heaven . Some kind of under ground for the dead. I would appreciate it if someone just gave me the answers I seek. I should know where this phase of my life will be happening at least.

"You just don't get it, do you? " Pier's voice questions surprisingly concerned.

"I don't ." I say defeated.

"There isn't much to it anyway. Heaven and hell are real. We are in neither. We in fact are technically still on earth. We just can't be seen, heard or felt. We will be here until the ultimate judgement day and then we will be in hell. Which is pretty much still here. The founder will have immense power to do more torture to us while he undergoes his. Everyone here is paying for their sins. " He finishes with a pained expression.

"Physically? " I had to ask because I would hate to be on the receiving end of whips or blades like how I tortured people.

"Not so, more severe. "

What could be more severe than physical abuse?

"We don't exactly have bodies for physical torture you know, see, " He blows on his hand and it gets dented where the air hits it.

The hell? I do that to mine and it behaves in that manner too.

"So what kind of torture? " I ask in confusion.

"Mental. " Pier says in a tone of end of conversation.

And here I thought we were near bonding. And just, mental torture? What, they drug you? Make you mad? Or what?

"At one point, you are going to have to tell me everything I will be getting into in this place you know. I should know. And don't tell me to keep quiet. That I refuse to do. At least I should get an explanation first. "

I thought after the speech I would at least get something. But no. Silence is what greets me. I huff in frustration. I'm so used to barking orders and getting answers immediately. How am I supposed to be okay with many unanswered questions?

So I lay down on my back, hands crossed over my chest and eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. Everywhere is going really fast I think I need to take a deep breath and think about everything. So the breath, now thinking...

I'm dead, like gone from the world of the living. I won't go to my apartment tonight and sleep in my bed. My body is in a cold freezer in some morgue right now. I mean, I have watched people die without blinking and now I'm the one dead. I'm dead. I don't know what I feel about that because I feel alive. Different but alive.

Okay so let's move on from my demise. I met an angel. Of death but an angel no less. Then there is the founder whom with his signature horns has to be the devil. They call him father of all sin. I met that guy that religious people cry to God all the time to keep them safe from. He had that aura of danger, temptations and rebellion around him. His voice stone cold and eyes having mischievous glint.

Now I'm in unknown place which is not heaven or hell. I am supposed to be quiet during the day and the founder has entertainment at night. I wonder what kind. I hope it could be an opportunity for me to get closer to him. Who knows, I could get lesser suffering here. And maybe a way out.

My roommate who looks both Arabic and Indian and has Australian accent, doesn't want to talk. All these are a lot to process in such a short time. A lot has happened but I can't help say my life is without excitement or anything to remind me I'm there.

The founder called me inmate and I'm in a sort of cell cubicle room on the top bunk bed. How do they expect me to transition just like that and stay quiet. I can't stay quiet. I want answers to everything and soon. I'm confused and scared and worried sick about this whole forever thing. Why is anything the way it is ? I know life was created by God and he gave rules and laws. And then there is consequences for breaking the rules but do they have to be so severe about it.

Back on earth we just tried to survive. If you don't pull the trigger first fast then you face a fate like mine. I was slow and now I pay for being sluggish.