Episode 1

I committed suicide a few moments ago, so why am I still feeling conscious? Is that my body I'm seeing? Could this be my spirit? Wait, why is it so dark and tiny in here? Am I in a coffin? No, wait, a coffin couldn't be this tight. Is this a cotton material? Why put me in cotton? I always wanted satin.. Wait, that's not the point here, the point is I know I'm not rich, but my family could still afford a coffin, so why just a cotton fabric? Ah well, whatever. What do I do now? Do I just sit here doing nothing?

"Hello human."

I just heard a voice, no wait, that's impossible. Nobody is here.

"I'm right behind you, human."

Again. Why is it so creepy in here? What if there's really something behind me? Might as well take a look.

"AAAAAAAAH, A GHOST!" I couldn't contain my emotions.

"Idiot, I'm an angel, I'm here to ask you some questions. Your answers will determine your fate and destiny, understand?" he asks while holding a pen and paper.

Why does this angel look so hot? I feel like my nose is going to bleed. I should ask him something instead.

"What do you want from me?" I inquire, less scared.

"Nothing. God sends me here, I'm on duty. So anyway, you have to choices; either you take punishment right after this for what you did wrong in this life, and God will give you a second chance, sending you through space on one missions, or you don't take any punishment here but stay in hell for eternity. What's your choice?" asks the angel, calmly looking at me.

What should I do? I didn't really do many wrong things, so why should I be punished? Might as well just ask him.

"You know, I'm a very good person, I prayed, gave money to beggars, studied, I was very gentle. Why should I be punished?" I ask with determination.

"Life is a gift from God, committing suicide means not appreciating the gift. So basically you refused God's gift because some things went wrong,is that not enough of a crime?" he asks, despising me.

"But it wasn't just 'some things', my whole life was ugly. I was insulted and abused because of my skin color. I didn't kill myself, those people killed me with my hands," I reply, with my eyes starting to tear up.

"God gave you this color because you chose it before you were born. God ask every person how they would like to be. Your hair, your eyes, your skin, how tall, how intelligent and how rich, all of this was decided by you personally. Why complain? You thought God would give you misery? Don't fool yourself, you humans give that to yourself," he says arrogantly.

"What? I decided all of this? But I... I don't remember any of it. Why would I do this to myself?" I inquire, dumbfounded.

"You have lived quite a few lives, because God wanted to give you chances, but you did wrong in all of them. I'll help you remember them, maybe you'll know the answers then," he speaks, and suddenly touches my forehead.

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