Afterlife

So I'm dead; just like everyone else in this plain white waiting room. It seems too small for all the people that could have died today, at most there are 20 people in this room not including the lady behind the front desk.

It seems her job is to call names and ask them where they want to go. After the person chooses where to go, they go through the only door in this room and magically a new person takes their seat. Some look like they just woke up, when others look shook or in pain, looking for what I am guessing is a wound that caused their death. But there was this one guy who was in shock and the first thing he did was check if his junk was still there, letting out a sigh of relief when it was.

Some people in this waiting room are from another country with a different language. At first, I thought the lady at the front desk might be in trouble but she started talking in the same language as them without a problem and perfectly fluent as well.‍ ‍

Also, it seems like all the religions were wrong when they were talking about the afterlife. You get to CHOOSE!! Heaven, hell, reincarnation, nothingness, becoming a ghost to scare your friends that are alive for fun, that one place for Mexican where it is a forever party, etc. I don't know where to go, maybe I can go to hell to see what it is like and if I don't like it, I can always change, right?

The front desk lady called out my name, I got up and walked to her. Her silver hair was in a tight bun on top of her head, her violet eyes looked up from the clipboard in her hands. She asked me a few personal questions about my birthday, birthplace, age, sex, gender I identify with but she clearly already knew all of that. Nodding along, she ticked the boxes next to some writing which I am guessing were the personal questions I am answering.

Finally, she asks the all-important question. 'Where do you want to go'. I have been thinking about this since the moment I entered this place. Heaven is overused but perfectly perfect. Reincarnation seems fun but I probably can't keep my current memories. Nothingness would be way too scary. Becoming a ghost, I won't be able to touch anything and there is a fair chance that I can't even mess with my friends. Hell... Hell... Can't be described by words.

The words came out of my mouth before I knew it. "I would like to go to hell."

The lady nodded and wrote the word hell at the bottom of the paper, followed with, stamping a red wax seal at the bottom right-hand corner. The people that were waiting for their name to be called, looked at me with shock on their faces. They whispered to each other, talking about why I would choose such a place. It was as if they didn't expect ANYone to pick a place like that.

"Right this way."

The front desk lady pointed her hand to the door. My body moved on its own towards it. One foot in front of the other, step by step I was getting closer to the door that was slowly opening by itself. My mind was going a mile a minute, I immediately regretted my decision. My voice didn't come out of my mouth as I tried to change my afterlife. My eyes are looking around trying to see someone to help me get out of this situation. A new person was already at the front desk answering the same question I was asked.

This is it. I am not going back. I physically can't. I tried and tried but nothing happened. Not an inch of my body could move, the only thing was the twitch of my index finger. The door was completely open, the inside was a white light and nothing else. My body pushed itself through the door without me willing it. Light blinding my eyes.

I kept on walking for what seemed like forever, the light finally not so blinding that I can't open my eyes. This room, if you can call it that, was just white, nothing stands out and everything bending in. It was bright and well lit, no spot of dust or person to be seen. But I kept on walking, something telling me to never stop or else. It was like an invisible force urging me on. It was just me and my thoughts.