(First chapter)Lets try this again...

Hell

"Where the hell am I?!"  I yelled at the receptionist.

"Girly, if you don't fix that tone there is gonna' be a problem!"  The receptionist said snapping her gum at me and returning to her computer.

I sighed heavily and started to massage my temples. I'd been standing at the receptionists desk for 5 minutes without any answers. The desk was at the end of a long dark hallway. I woke up at the other end with a killer headache and no memory of how I got there.

"Excuse me Miss-"  I looked at her name tag."-Jenkins? Miss. Jenkins, look I'm sorry. I'm just a little confused. Can you please tell me where I am?"

She raised an eyebrow at me, sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"Look kid, I meet people like you all the time. Confused. Scared. Pissed. All different, but the same."

"And?"  I said crossing my arms.

"And-" Her voice now annoyed. "-all I can do is give you the pamphlet and drink, let you accept, and move on from there."  She handed me a pamphlet and a cup with shiny white liquid.

"Accept what? And what are these?" I gestured to the items in my hands. "You know I'm not liking all these answers, just tell me what the hell is going on. I want to see the person in charge. Better yet, I want to call the police! Now I want some answers! So you better open your mouth and tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Just take a seat and do as I said." She responded calmly.

"I said I-"

"SIT YOUR ASS DOWN! Your making things more difficult then they have to be. Just SIT!"  She screamed at me. I shrank back against the wall and lowered myself on to a black plastic chair. For the first time I really took in my surroundings. A dark brown carpet with dark brown walls. In fact almost every thing was brown. Even Miss. Jenkins had dark skin and was wearing a muddy brown suit. The light seemed to cast a dark gloom that made everything seem even darker and more bleak. I squinted at the pamphlet in front of me and made out the front cover: So You're Dead, Now What?  I reread the title several times.

"That's not possible....it's... it's just not possible."  I mumbled under my breath. I began to shiver and a deep pit of worry formed in my stomach. I flipped the pamphlet open and skimmed the pages until i came to a small section titled How did this happen? The words underneath simply said drink the liquid. I looked at the shiny drink, counted to three and downed it. It burned like liquor in the back of my throat, a taste I was much used to. Before long, the world was spinning before my eyes. I closed my eyes tight and waited for the sensation to stop.

******

A familiar laugh made me open my eyes. I was standing on a bridge with three other figures. I was shocked to see the figures were more familiar then the sun in the sky to me. A tall blond girl with fair skin and almost transparent blue eyes-my best friend Ferra Berri- was laughing at a joke a tan brunette girl-my other best friend Sierra Gerhold -had told. The last figure was even more familiar,me. Long wavy auburn hair and green eyes. I was wearing my birthday outfit-A white blouse, skinny jeans and my favorite red stilettos- and leaning over the rail of the bridge looking at the water. A warm early-summer breeze blew my hair every which way. The fading sunlight cast long shadows over me and my friends. I watched Ferra throw her arm over my shoulder startling me out of my trance.

"So bitch, how does it feel to be 16?"  She asked.

I smiled at her with a devilish grin."Wouldn't you like to know."

Sierra appeared beside Ferra. "So why did we come out here anyways birthday girl? I figured we would be at a club or a party or even at the bonfire at Jerry's house, not standing on the old bridge leading out of town. It's a danger zone the rail is practically falling off. Also you know the accident with Peter two weeks ago... I don't really like it here..."

"I thought we should come out here because of what happened to Peter. I feel its my fault and I wanted to, you know, come out here and  apoligize."  I said.

 "It's not your fault." Sierra said quietly. The group went silent.

"Yah, I guess your right. He was obsessed and couldn't handle the turn down."  I said with a humorless laugh.

"Don't you dare say that about my brother, Sophie."  Ferra said darkly looking at the road and turning away.

"Oh crap. Ferra I'm sorry...."  I said regret showing in my face.

"It was your fault, just so you know."  Ferra responded with a harsh tone.

"What excuse me it's not my fault. He asked me out and I told him I don't date nerds. He didn't want to drive back with us because he was embarrassed. It's not my fault that car hit him!"

"Yes it is you awful, self centered bitch. That was my brother and it's all your fault because you were so hard on him!"  With that Ferra burst into tears.

"Please." I said rolling my eyes.

"What's your problem Soph?" Sierra said speaking up.

"My problem is Miss Sensitive. You just want to blame me because it makes you feel better. So. Fuck. You. I don't need that and I definitely don't need you."  I turned around and started to walk away. 

"YOU CAN GO TO HELL SOPHIE! YOUR NOTHING BUT A SELFISH, SLUTTY, HEARTLESS BITCH!"  Sierra screamed after me. She was holding tightly to Ferra who had completely broke down.

 I then watched myself turn to flip her off then my heel broke and I fell into the railing which broke as I fell into it. I watched as my body fell to the shallow river-water 25 feet below.

I was completely shocked. I just watched myself get into the worst fight ever with my best friends and, then I watched myself die. The image began to fade away.

"SOPHIE!?!? OMG SOPHIE!! ANSWER ME SOPHIE!" Sierra was screaming over the edge to me. But I wasn't going to answer. I was dead. Truly and undeniably dead. I saw it and, deep down, I felt it.

******

The world began to spin for a second time. When I opened my eyes I was back in the hallway. I slowly got up and walked to the desk. 

"Full name, date of birth and cause of death please."  Miss. Jenkins said it as if she said it all the time. She probably did.

"Sophia Danielle Morgan. June 16th, 2000. Falling 25 feet off a bridge."  I answered with a expressionless face and flat tone."Can you tell me where I am at the moment?"

"Limbo desk 465. Where spirits go while waiting to be evaluated."  She answered typing my information into the computer.

"Evaluated for what?"

"Where you get to spend the rest of eternity. Sorry about dying on your birthday. You're not even really 16."

"Yah well, stuff happens. Where am I spending eternity?"

"Follow me Sophia." She said standing and walking toward the other end of the hallway without answering.

"I fucking hate that she does not answer me!"  I grumbled and as I followed her down the hall.

We stopped at two doors. Both had an H on it one silver and one gold.

Miss. Jenkins opened the one with silver.

"What the hell is in there!?"  I asked stepping away from the searing heat escaping through the open door.

Miss. Jenkins laughed. A evil grin spread across her face.

"Welcome to Hell Sophia."