As I spent more and more time in the darkness, I started to worry that I was dead. It seemed like I was in there forever. I had no way of being able to tell time, but it seemed like a lot. But with everything that I grew up reading about heaven, it wasn't a black hole. It was supposed to be a beautiful place.
All of my life, I have always been a good person. I've never done anything to deliberately hurt anyone, person or animal. So if I died, I imagine that I would go to heaven and not hell. I'm not sure that I'd like hell because I don't like fire and heat. I wouldn't survive in hell. I mean, I'm ok with temps in the eighties or nineties, but anything hotter than that, I don't do well in.
I'm sure that the devil would send me back as well if this was hell, because I'm starting to get
