There are ten people, each with a different thought in mind. As they sit, they look at each other nervously. The intense silence makes the waiting room feel so small. Some people look more frightened than others. Some people are looking down at the ground as sadness starts to fill them with gloom.

“Connor Dipelser,” the man called out from the door by the front desk, “you’re up.” Connor widens his eyes. His face goes pale as he gets up from his seat and heads to the room. Everyone else stays silent, with such a great level of anxiety that even medication cannot fix.

Connor doesn’t come out. He is gone, and they will be too. “Melissa Gutierrez,” The man calls out. She tries to get up, but her legs won’t stop shaking, “Come on, man. I don’t got all day!” She rises and walks slowly and very shaken. Her lips were dry and her cheeks were no longer a warm red. They were white, almost blue from the lack of circulation in her head.

She enters the room and she panics as she sees the two doors. “Let’s start,” The man says to her. She sits facing him, who is sitting at the other side of the small interrogation table. “Have you killed?” He asks.

“No.” She says with a soft, barely there tone.

“Good…. Have you cheated at anything in your life?”

“Only when I was doing a quiz in fifth grade.”

“Have you committed adultery?”

She blushes, “Yes….”

“That’s cheating.” He says nonchalantly.

“Oh…. Ok.”

“Why did you cheat?”

“We were together, but not divorced because it cost too much. I got a boyfriend even though we weren’t divorced.”

“Makes sense, but why did you separate?”

“He used to beat me….” She began to shut down, her eyes turning sad, and her gaze to the ground.

“Last question. What do you think about God?”

“He saved me from my abusive relationship.”

“Alrighty, you’re done.” He says blankly. “You’re going to heaven. Best wishes to you.”