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𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤
Cold wind whisked the comforter off of Angelo's half-naked figure. He laid in bed, tossing and turning restlessly. It was the night before his grandfather's funeral. The baller did all he could to distract himself. Two fully naked women were at his sides, sleeping peacefully. They were unaffected by his restless night. The chill in the room didn't bother them.
"Man, y'all hogging the cover" He groaned raspily, extending a hand to reach for it. He only felt his body. Taller than both women in bed with him, his brows furrowed. The wind suddenly whipped violently across his face, the window flying open. He pried his eyelids from his eyes, and the sight before him made the hairs on his neck stand up.
Amir hovered above him with his hospital gown still wrapped around his figure. Shackles held his arms and legs down. Somehow, he managed to float in the air despite the heavy chains that weighed him down. His face was deep purple like he was deprived of oxygen. His eyes were dark and burdened with guilt. "Angelo" His voice, hollow and echoing through the room.
Gelo's heart shook in his chest, eyes shutting tightly. He wished away the nightmare he was obviously having. "I knew I should've never smoked that shit Brandi gave me" He whispered aloud. The voice continued to haunt him, "Junior" His nickname nearly brought him to tears. This "dream' was torturing him. "This is not real. You're asleep. Wake up" He slapped himself hard, feeling the immediate sting. He had to be awake now.
Angelo sat up, eyes still closed. He opened one slowly and looked towards the ceiling. Nothing was there. He heaved a sigh of relief, opening the other. Angelo almost jumped out of his skin from the frightening view of Amir standing in the corner. "Boy, if you don't come over here" His voice sounded like his normal self, a little raspy, yet the echo was gone.
Instinctively, Angelo looked to the girls who were still asleep. "How are y'all sleeping? Wake the fuck up" He shook Brandi first then Ana. They didn't budge. Their chests were still rising up and down, letting him know they were alive. The girls were just immersed in a deep slumber. "They can't hear you or me. I'm only here for you" The spirit informed.
Angelo halted his efforts to wake them, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Am I dead? Did I overdose? I always knew I would die from an overdose" Amir chuckled loudly, reinstating the echo effect he had. "You're not dead. You are alive and well...for now, but I will say that you hit it on the nail there"
A gust of wind blew him off the bed and over to Amir's ghostly figure. Before he could question what just happened, Amir opened his mouth again. "Do you see all of these chains wrapped around me?"
Eyes wide, Angelo stared at them and nodded. "Each of them represents the people I've hurt in the past. Your sins may be forgiven, but they're not forgotten when they're so cruel. I wasn't religious like Gladys" He referred to his grandmother. "I never asked for forgiveness for nothing. I lived my life unapologetically, and now, I'm suffering behind it in the afterlife" He stared into his eyes somberly. "You can't take the money, arrogance, and fame to heaven with you. Everybody does go to heaven, but there's a dark part of it that's full of fire and torment. That's hell and that's where people like me end up"
