Identity Change

Chapter 4

Jensen’s P.O.V.

** ** **

I wait.

There is complete silence.

And wait.

It’s so fucking silent.

So maybe I’m really dead.

Oh, well. It’s bound to happen.

It is silent. So I’m sure I’m in heaven; since I know that hell is deafening with people screaming.

And that’s a good thing. Who wants to go to hell?

I can’t wait to see what heaven looks like!

I feel relieved that I’m actually in heaven. I know my sins and I honestly thought I wasn’t going to heaven.

But here I am!

But then again, wait.

In hell, there is an endless and piercing noise of screaming people because of pain and agony.

And in heaven, there’s non-stop praise and worship to the Lord. So it must be noisy here, too, right?

But it’s ridiculously quiet.

Purgatory isn’t real. It isn’t written in the Bible.

So maybe I’m just in front of the gates of heaven.

Yeah. That’s it. It’s impossible to be alive anyway.

BANG!

I yank. That really surprised me!

I didn’t think they could use guns here in heaven!

Is this their way of welcoming new people---errr, souls?

Maybe it’s their party popper here!

I giggle at the thought.

How long are you gonna close your eyes, Jensen?

Okay. My subconscious is more excited than me.

So I decide to just open my eyes.

How many times will I be surprised this day? I think I’ve had enough this single fucking day already.

I see a guy on the floor. The guy who was pointing a gun at the woman translator's head. His left arm is bleeding. The woman is already running towards the right side.

Young-min points his gun to that direction and ready to pull the trigger.

Oh, god.

I realize the guy behind me isn’t pulling my hair anymore. I’m not handcuffed or anything so I quickly stand up and kick the guy behind me in between his legs.

Oh, you know where I hit.

He drops his gun. I am about to get it but I remember that Young-min is about to kill the woman, too, so I tackle him with all the strength I have left.

And he pulled the trigger on that same time.

It hit the ceiling.

I quickly get the gun that the guy behind me had a while ago but he also tackles me. But I didn’t let go of the gun.

I am easily thrown because of my petite figure and dysfunctional body because of the drug and the pain they inflicted on me a while ago.

Then, an arm wraps around me and I flinch, thinking he’s one of Young-min’s guys who want to wrestle me for a knock-out.