Meth by Daniel K

“Is this a dream…?” I asked my self, stretching out the soft, white blanket that were covering up my whole body.

“Where am I? A hospital?” I said, guaranteeing myself that the place was a hospital by observing the appearance of the room. An entirely white edifice with a million rooms filled with beds and pharmaceutical tools=A hospital. I searched around the room, finding ‘the thing’ until an enormous vortex opened behind me, from another dimension. I stared at the vortex, with my mouth gaped as a peculiar creature walked out of the vortex.

“Hello, Mr. Culkin.” The creature said, walking towards me. The creature had a body of a man, was wearing a suit and a tie. The creature had a halo floating, glowing on top of his head.

“Who are you, and how did you know my name?” I tried to commence an interrogation.

“I know your name because I was sent from the big guy to take you to the heaven” said the creature in the suit. Then there was an awkward silence. I was dead. I tried to think of why and how but I couldn’t remember anything. I finally opened my mouth after about a quarter of a minute of thinking.

“Am I really dead? Am I going to the underground?” I asked the creature, feeling timorous.

“Yes you are dead indeed. However I don’t know whether you are going to heaven or hell, its the big guy’s choice,” said the creature smiling.

“My name is Azrael, Azrael Grim Reaper, one of the angels of death,” the creature, Azrael continued.

“Can you tell me some big events or things that you remember the most?” Azrael said. When Azrael asked me the question, memories started to come back and I spoke

“I remember the time when I moved to a new house for the first time, being the new kid in the school. I also remember the time when I got my first girlfriend, Scarlett, who was extremely gorgeous. When my parents congratulated me for getting into college, although it wasn’t a college that I can boast about. I remember the time when I bought my first car, driving with my new girlfriend Amber. I also remember…”

“Its funny how you don’t remember why you are dead!” said Azrael, snickering.

“What…?” I said in a clueless voice.

“The thing that you found in the cupboards,” said Azrael, giving me a hint. Then I averted my eyes from Azrael and took a glance at the thing in my hands.

“This…?” I said with my voice trembling like a leaf about to fall off a tree.

“Yes,” said Azrael, “the thing that you spent most of your time on.”

“Meth…” Azrael and I said simultaneously, as I felt myself get sucked into the vortex.

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