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What do I do!? I yelled, shaking in my chair as she walked out the door.

She paused and took one last look over her shoulder. Her eyes darted around and she dropped her voice to a whisper, Feed the Pig.

And with that she was gone.

I sat in silence once again. My mind was spinning, desperately turning over my options. I still couldnt fully understand the situation I was in. It was too much, too overwhelming. The other side of death wasnt supposed to be like this. I didnt know what I had expected, but it wasnt this nightmare. Questions crashed over my mind like cold waves onto a sinking ship. How was I supposed to make a choice when I didnt even know what my actions entailed?

This place, the Black FarmI couldnt stay here. But what if I went to Hell? What if I didnt get sent back? I would be out of the fire and into the frying pan. My existence would forever be damned to unending misery. Here thoughhere there were people like me. Suicidals. It wasnt all monsters and mutilated murderers. Maybe I could hole up somewhere with them, try to scrape together a passable existence. Surely that would be better than getting sent to Hell!

No. No this wasnt going to be how I spent my eternity. I refused to let it be. If there was even the slightest sliver of hope, I would take it. I didnt want to wonder what could have been. I didnt want to be tormented by doubt. I would Feed the Pig and accept whatever fate chose for me. When I boiled it down, that was the only option left.

I would Feed the Pig.
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