'Huh, where the HELL AM I !?!?' A man thought. 

This man's name is Jack Corden. Surrounded by an empty void of white, Jack stood alone. One man appeared, and only one word could describe him, "Angelic," a white gown with beautiful gold engravings, a large pair of wings, and a halo resting over his head. 

His face is somewhat of an anomaly as it could be considered average for a normal person. Jack wonders if he would be considered ugly for an angel.

"Aye, I can hear that douchebag. I'm not ugly, and you're in the Waiting Room of Heaven, to be clear," said the angel angrily.

'He can hear my thoughts,' James thought.

Before the angel responded to his statement, in an attempt to not think of anything, his mind summoned every disgusting piece of knowledge it accumulated during his twenty-five years of life.

"Before you ask any more questions, just know I can only hear the words you think of, nothing more."

With that in mind, James could focus on the situation.

Jack collected himself and asked, "Am I dead?"

"Yes, you are. You died by," The angel said.

The angel pulled out a tablet from thin air, looked at it for a moment, and said,

"committing suicide on June 1st, 2023."

James suddenly had a look of anguish on his face after remembering what he had done.

The angel lost his smile, and a side of his face started to frown.

After a moment, James gathered himself.

"Then what am I waiting for," James asked.

"You're scheduled for reincarnation." The angel immediately responded.

He paused to read Jack's thoughts; when he detected confusion, he continued.

"That means you will be reborn with no memories of your previous life."

As Jack took that information in, The Angel began scrolling down his file, and his frown deepened as his entire face showed displeasure.

'This can't be correct; only the brightest gems get selected for reincarnation. Committing suicide should have disqualified Jack, and there aren't enough good deeds on this list to make up for that,' the angel thought.

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When the angel got to the section on evil deeds, his eyes widened,' this person isn't good, he's evil!' 

'This is not good; what should I do? Tell Maverick? No! He'll just get pissed off at me again, uhh, hmm, aha! kekeke!'

The angel's frown disappeared, and his dead smile was back on his face, but with more energy than before.

"Any last words before your send-off, before you ask, you don't get any special abilities or anything. I've recently received a lot of annoying people asking for that. I don't know why," the angel said.

James thought for a moment before saying, "Bring Th..."

"On second thought, I don't care. Bye!" The angel said with a big smile.

Jack said, "What..."

To Jack, it had felt like everything went blank the moment the angel decided to "send him off," there were no sensations. He couldn't see, feel, or move. He couldn't find any signs of his existence except for his consciousness. This experience panicked him but gave him time to think about what had transpired.

He was overwhelmed during the conversation and realized that what the angel said and his current situation didn't add up. After thinking about it, the angel clearly showed disgust after knowing the nature of his death, and even more so when it continued to read whatever was on that tablet.

Jack wasn't sure about his theory until he recognized that he still had his memories. It made him realize that the angel went off script, and that knowledge seriously frightened Jack. Who knew if he could be stuck like this for all eternity, living as nothing? Just the thought terrified him.

Day 1

Jack continued to transfer from mind-numbingly painful emptiness to sheer panic, still clinging to the hope that he would be able to find a way out of this. He couldn't feel anything, so stimulating his mind became impossible. 

3 hours later.

All Jack could do was continuously let his mind wander meaninglessly. He became desperate quickly after thousands and thousands of calls for help went unanswered, and he began to accept the encompassing void as his home. 

The emptiness of the void was driving him insane; his mind had already begun to hallucinate(1*), and he was starting to hear voices that he had no control over. He could swear he felt someone touching him at some point.

Jack thought that the ability to feel even the tiniest sign of his existence would make the rest of who knows long one thousand times better. At first, nothing was working. Nothing he tried could take his mind off the emptiness around him, and his mind felt like it was working overtime to try and compensate for the lack of sensations it was feeling. 

But he continued to try everything he could think of and eventually stumbled on meditation. Not with the intent to immediately solve his problem, merely to bring a solution to the hell Jack was in. When meditation(2*) could no longer solve his problem, which didn't take long due to the lack of breathing he was doing, he began trying many different forms of meditation. After many attempts, Jack started imagining the world coming into him, and when he did, He Felt Something!!!

If Jack still had a body, his dry eyes would be full of tears, although it had not been more than 12 hours. For someone going through complete sensory deprivation, it could even feel like days. Jack couldn't sleep and gruelingly bore the curse that sickening angel gave him.

Although the feeling was little, it felt like coming out of hell and seeing the clouds for Jack. It was a smooth sensation that felt like a light fog got absorbed by his body. Although it soon disappeared, it was a start, and Jack spared no time in continuing to feel this sensation. 

(Clarifying some things said.)

1.Sensory deprivation is a form of extreme torture, and the way I depicted Jack experiencing it can be considered him having it easy compared to how much merely 1 hour can do to someone.

2.Meditation usually requires a repetitive motion, such as breathing. That's why monks go, "Ohm," when they meditate. Fun Fact: a word or phrase said when meditating is called a "mantra," i.e., "Ohm" is a mantra.