Why?
I never did anything to hurt him.
I popped the lid off the bottle.
I never did anything to hurt anybody.
I poured a bunch of pills into my hand and stuffed them into my mouth.
I nearly choked swallowing them down.
Nothing happened.
I took another handful.
Still nothing.
Another.
Nothing.
I went to take another handful, but there were none left.
I started to feel a little tired. I staggered my way to the bed and collapsed.
Everything went black.
"Gregory?" a voice said in the darkness.
I opened one eye.
Standing over me was a little dark haired man with thick horned-rimmed glasses.
He held out his hand. "Come with me," he said in a thick English accent. "Now."
I took his hand and felt myself stand up in a whoosh.
I looked down.
Below me, on the bed, was my body.
I started to panic.
"Calm down, Gregory," he said sternly. "This is what you wanted."
"Am I?"
"Not yet."
"Are you an angel?"
He cocked an eyebrow and laughed. "No. I am your guide, and it's time to go."
"Where are we going?"
He just smiled.
The room began to stretch, different colored lights shot past us as we headed towards a shaft of the purest white light that I had ever seen. I witnessed galaxies being born and dying in great cosmic shutters. Suddenly my mind was filled with the answers to every question I ever asked.
Then, I was bathed in the light. I felt purified.
The light got so bright I closed my eyes. It didn't help. The light pierced through my eyelids. I felt tears of joy flood down my cheeks and this feeling of bliss filled my soul.
Then darkness.
I opened my eyes.
I was seated at the head of a large banquet table.
The table stretched for as far as the eye could see. Seated at the table with me were the most beautiful men I'd ever seen.
Music filled the air. Not harps and angelic choir. Just a tinny type of music.The kind you hear in department stores or hotel lobbies.
Next to the table was a swimming pool filled with champagne. More buff naked men were lined up near a diving board until one by one they swan-dived into the champagne. Just like a 1940's musical.
Everything was perfect, yet everything felt wrong.
I turned to my guide. "Where am I?"
He smiled.
"This is hell."
