Sample Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11
Joy In Hell


In the Penthouse, I met a young lady named Kira. She was an African-American with the eyes of an Asian. She was pregnant when I met her, and I really didn’t know her story. All of us souls of the damned had his or her story of why he or she was in Hell. I had committed suicide so that explained my presence there. For the most part, I didn’t ask anyone else why he or she was there.

Kira was very pretty and very friendly, although she didn’t speak to me much. She did hang out with two other souls, Alfred and Diane. Alfred and Diane themselves were a couple formed there at 6161 West Charleston Boulevard. You can apparently find love even in Hell. I loved looking at Kira.

She had a beautiful slender figure, and her bubbly personality brought joy to many people, including me. I had reasons to believe I had died and gone to Hell. I also had evidence to challenge that belief. With the presence of bubbly and beautiful Kira, I began to suspect that I actually was alive and in a mental hospital. Still, I had thought that as punishment for my sins, the Almighty sent me to a mental hospital in Hell for all eternity.

Now, Hell held dances every Saturday night. Kira asked me to dance with her, but I was too bashful to accept her invitation. The other souls encouraged me to dance. So later, I asked Kira to dance with me. We stepped out into the tiny dance floor. Kira held both of my hands and looked into my eyes.

I was in Heaven! Fireworks went off in my mind. It was as if Kira knew I liked her, and she felt the same way about me. I felt so much joy at that moment, I could not be in Hell. I realized I had a delusion that I had died and gone to Hell. In fact, I realized I was in Las Vegas Mental Health Center, a state mental institution of the State of Nevada. Quickly, I recovered after my dance with Kira. Dave, my social worker discharged me into the care of my parents, Pablo and Conchita Molles.