DON'T BELONG (4)

I don't know how long it had been of us being silent but I know for sure it was long enough to make me sick of it. Something about the guy's voice made me scared to talk to him.

They only tell us about life after death but not how it actually is. Some of us would have done everything to avoid death. This place is too quiet, a graveyard would be jealous. Speaking of graveyard, when and where will whom bury me? I pushed my family away ages ago. They must have already forgotten about me.

I know Ben and Matt must have gone to my hood and claimed the claimable . That Ben, when he'll come here I'll have to teach him a lesson. I imagine right now I would have been to a strip club watching some titties and ass sipping slowly on scorch but now I'm stuck in nowhere.

"How long are we going to be here for? " I try again quietly.

Silence.

"I heard of a forever. Is it really... forever? "

Still silent.

"What do people do here to keep from boredom? "

I hear a click of the tongue.

"Just talk to me a little please. I don't belong here. I don't want to be here. If there is a way out, feel free to share it. " I coax.

"It will be for your own good to learn to shut up and not ask questions around here. " He responds quickly a little pissed.

"Relax nobody gave me an orientation of the place. I have the right to ask questions you know. We still do have rights, don't we? " My voice thins in the end.

"Pretty sure you were told all you needed to know. Be quiet. " He says sternly.

"What's your name? " I ask ignoring the hostility in his voice.

Silence for a bit or two.

"Was Pier. It no longer matters. " He says in a small voice.

I get down from my bed and sit at his feet. Now I have a good look at his face. Thin hairy face with very pale skin tone. Nose very sharp and his mouth is little. Eyes are big chocolate ones. I would place him from Asia . A mixture of an Arab and Indian guy . But his accent is Australian. What do you know?

"Maybe there's a way out. From my understanding of forever, that means never ending and there is no way I could survive here. I seriously don't belong here. Could I get a transfer to somewhere else? " I enquire.

He looks at me long and hard. I see his jaws ticking. He speaks through clenched teeth.

"You chose to be here. Get comfortable because forever you shall be here. " Pier hisses.

He looks like he has just run out of his patience.

"I did not! That woman, Azreel is the one who brought me here. She never told me about all the available spots so I could choose wherever I wanted to go . She just brought me here in a really weird whirlwind way . You think I want to be here? I will not survive a day forget about eternity. " Now I have lost my patience too.

Why did the angel woman bring me here and they expect me to just take it!

"Watch it newbie, obviously you are here because back on earth you were not one of the good guys. So stop expecting paradise when you know you worked for doom. And stop talking to me. I liked my peace and quiet while it lasts. " Pier speaks with a lot more remorse than I expected.

I want to keep ranting but I zip it as there is something he said I should think about.

...you are here because back on earth you were not one of the good guys. So stop expecting paradise when you know you worked for doom...

I know I was not particularly a saint but I went to church when I could and I gave huge offerings. I climb back in my bed and sit in the middle.

I did wrong things and took a couple of lives. Okay a couple dozen of lives but I did help the needy at some point. That Azreel judged me by only one incident. Isn't God the one supposed to judge us. I didn't meet God! My reverend said only God can judge. I am hopeful he will see past my little sins.

Thinking that brings a smile to my face. Phew! Some light at the end of the tunnel.