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The bullet hadn't hurt as much as i would've thought. Of course, adrenaline might have a hand in that.
And it isn't like I hadn't expected this to happen. It was just a matter of when.
The only regret I held in my heart was in my pocket. Haha. Ironic.
My first thought was about how I would never get to call my dad back.
I was going to miss my dad, that was a sad thought. I watched my back hit the cement.
Ouch.
Dying is an out of body experience. No one will have told you that, because they're dead. Obviously. But I'm telling you now.
It's like a dream, watching your soul literally slip out of your body.
Of course, everyone expects the light at the end of the tunnel. What they don't expect is the hole.
It's kind of messed up. You're in a dark tunnel, basically running towards the only light source. And they place a little hole in the sinners tunnels for them to fall through.
Pretty fucked up.
Anyhow, for the second time that day my back slammed against the ground.
My back made such a loud sound, I thought it was broken.
I sat up immediately, rubbing my back to try and numb the pain. Do not hit your back on cement. Trust me.
Waking up in hell isn't surprising, not when you've done the kinds of things I have. It's kind of like a participation award.
Back to the story, apparently just being a murderer doesn't get you very far in hell. Not very surprising, but a little disappointing.
So, I had to rely on my college degree. The one that I got, really just for show. In music production.
You can clap now.
I know it wasn't the most convenient thing to know, but as luck would have it, hell was looking for a new radio station.
And I am very charming if I do say so myself, many a man chased after me when I was alive. And now when I'm dead, don't get me wrong.
"Anyways, that's basically the whole story." My head is propped up on my hand, and the tall demon dressed in red is smiling at me.
"Do you do anything else but smile?" I test the waters.