No matter how that place feels like.
I have to make a choice.
The evil and cold guy kept pulling me, asking me to follow him.
I insist, shouting : "I was not ready yet, dumbass!" Talk about scolding bad words when you're being kidnapped.
The weird thing is that, the warm and nice guy didnt touched me at all, he didnt pull me, but he laughed when I said "dumbass".. All he did was staring at that guy, I guess.
The hesistation continued for more that an hour.
I dont know what, who and which, to follow.
It's worst than following intructions your band director gave you.
I knew something is fishy here.
But, I have to make a choice.
Since I know Im dead, I can go anywhere I wanted. But I have to Rest In Peace.
Suddenly, I stomped the floor, jumped up, shouted : "Whoever both of you are. Im not gonna follow that stupid dumbass who kept touching me! He's hand sucks! Worst than any carpenters!
And, my decision is, Im following you, the one who didnt talk much."
The evil and cold guy asked : "Why?!"
I answered : "Dumbass! I hate people touching me! I hate people shouting like a freak when Im doing my decisions! This guy here, it's like he knows me so well that he never try to do anything to me. So, I trust HIM!"
The "world" was trembling, the evil and cold guy shouted : "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
To be continued ...
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