My Perfect Hell

"Where am I? How did I get here?" I asked to no one in particular. I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I am surrounded by people I don't know. Everyone is looking at me like I'm a freak. Just because I don't dress the way they do, doesn't make me any different.

            Just as I was about to ask again where I was, a tall, skinny, black haired guy stepped forward. He was quite attractive, if I do say so myself. "You are in the room where you wait to be judged. You were sent here because you did something unmentionable; you were sent here when you died."

            "I don't understand, I've done nothing wrong," I lied, hoping he would buy it.

            "You would not have been sent here if you had done nothing wrong," The attractive guy said.

            "What am I being judged for?" I honestly had no idea what was going on here.

            "Satan will judge your crime and sentence you to a realm of Hell."

            I sat taking all this in. I am in Hell! What did I do that was so bad that I get sent to Hell?

I’ve been a fairly nice person all my life.

            “What’s your name?” The guy directed that question at me.

            “Lyrica. Lyrica Haze. What’s your name?”

            “Blade Holms.”

            “How long does it usually take before we get judged?”

            “I honestly don’t know, I have been here about 5 years. Some of these people have been here for more than 50. The speed at which you are judged also depends on your crime.”

            “So, do we just sit in this room and do nothing until he decides to judge us?”

            “No, that would get boring. This is just the waiting room, outside those doors it’s just like Earth. There are malls and restaurants and everything, Just like Earth.”

            “Then why are we sitting here? Let’s go to the mall!”

            “I’m not going.”

            “Why not?” I was truly confused as to why he wouldn’t come with me.

            “I’ll only come if you tell me what a pretty, little, thing like you did to get here.”

            He thinks I’m pretty! But, that’s not important right now. He wants to know what I did to get here. Maybe if I lie he will believe me, doubt it though. I’ll just tell him the truth.

            “When you were alive did you believe in God?”

            “No. I never had a reason too.”

            “Well I didn’t either and I told my parents about me not believing. Dad didn’t like that so he beat me. He even stooped so low as to rape me and sell my body to his low life friends, so I killed him. Now I’ve told you so you tell me.”

            “I killed my dad too, but not because he was hurting me. I killed him because he was hurting my mom. She was the one person who understood me and he took her away from me.”

            “Ok, now that we know why we are here how ‘bout we go to the mall.”

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The chapters for this story are going to be shorter than my other ones but it will have more chapters so that makes up for it