[ WP ] You die and are greeted in the afterlife by the all knowing God ( choose one ) , ready to judge you . However , for some reason he has no recollection of you ever existing .

I always thought when you die, you would see a blinding bright light. That light would then fade into a pearly stairway leading you to God, where you will be greeted with open arms and a pat on the back for making it; paving the way to your eternity in Heaven. 
 
 That is n't the case. 
 
 When I died, I was suddenly in a room, much to my disappointment. Not a big, white room, like you would expect. Nothing was extravagant about it. Every wall was a pale grey, and there were no lights anywhere. The room seemed to be illuminated on it's own. There was a single chair in the middle of the room, and a receptionist. *A receptionist. * 
 
 I walk up to the desk and stare at them. Well, I try to stare. I ca n't make out what they look like, I ca n't seem to really *look* at them at all. I can tell they have a slight yellow glow to them, but they do n't seem to have a body. More like a floating light, of some sort, but even that does n't seem like an accurate description to the way they look. 
 
 `` Um... Hello?'' I say out loud. I thought my voice would echo, as it tends to do in the movies, but it almost feels as if I were talking in my head. As if I did n't even speak a word. 
 
 `` NAME.'' I feel the vibrations throughout my body. I felt it travel through the room. I ca n't seem to pin point where the sound came from, I was almost sure it did n't come from the light in front of me. It was such a sudden shock that I was n't sure how to react. It was n't until they repeated the same, thunderous question that it hit me this was real. I was n't in a dream, I was in a closed off room, and I was *dead. * 
 
 `` I-I am Minnie Fleming.'' 
 
 `` THROUGH THE DOOR'' 
 
'Door? What door?' I turn around to see a door has appeared behind me. I turn back to ask the receptionist what to do, but the desk and chair were now gone. The wall was empty, save for me and the ominous door. 
 
 I just stand there, thinking about what would happen if I did n't go through it. I'm dead, for Christ's sake. They ca n't force me through the door. It's not like they only have this one room. No one is just standing around, twiddling their thumbs, waiting for me to enter through the door. 
 
 What if I say no and just sit on the ground? Lay down for a nap? Throw a fit? Will anyone come to tell me I'm making an ass of myself? Probably not, I'd just be torturing myself in the long run. I take a deep breath and open the door. 
 
 Now; here is the bright light I was waiting for. I had n't realized how dark the first room was until I entered this one. The room was completely white. It did n't seem to have a floor, roof, or walls. In what I assume was the `` center'' of the space was a desk, with a chair facing away from me. I knew this was God, but I could n't help feeling like I was in my bosses office. There was nothing spectacular about the scene other than the lack of walls and a floor. Nothing extravagant about the chair, the desk was n't made of gold. Just looked like my fathers desk in his study. Nothing fantastic about it. 
 
 I take a cautious step forward; both out of fear of falling and the creeping fear of who was sitting in the chair. I take a few steps before I decide I'm at an appropriate distance. I give a slight cough to try to get their attention. Nothing. I take a glance over my shoulder to see if the door was still there- it wasn't- before I speak. 
 
 `` Hello?'' I speak slowly. I see the chair begin to spin around. I start to feel my nerves acting up, and if I still had a heart beat, I'm sure it would be thumping at extreme speeds. When the chair finally turned all around, I saw a familiar face. I saw my dad in a white suit. 
 
 `` Dad? What are you doing there? You're still alive, I do n't understand.'' The man shook his head and chuckled, starting to stand from behind his desk. 
 
 `` I can assure you, your father is still alive and well. He should still have many years left in his life. I simply took this form so it would be easier- and more comforting- for you in your current situation.'' He placed his arms behind his back and bowed slightly. `` I am God. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.'' 
 
 I'm in shock. I do n't know what to say, so I begin to laugh uncontrollably. He smiles to himself as he waits for me to gain my composure. When I finally do, He gestures to a chair that has now appeared in front of his desk. I sit and take breaths, trying to properly grasp my situation rather than laughing about it. 
 
 `` Now, when you are ready, I'll need to know your name.'' I take a few slow breaths before finally smiling and looking at Him. 
 
 `` Minnie Fleming.'' He nods as his smile increases. He pulls out a a small, black pocket book from inside his suit jacket, and begins flipping through it. His smile begins to fade, and I see that all too familiar scowl from my father. I start to feel dread as He starts to frantically search through the book. Eventually He begins to laugh, just as I had done earlier. 
 
 `` No, no, no, this is n't right. Right here, she should be right here.'' He mumbles to himself. I begin to fidget. 
 
 `` Is- Is something wrong?'' I hesitate for a moment, fear boiling in the pit of my stomach. 
 
 `` You're not here. You're not on the list.'' He pulls out a bright red book and begins to look through it. `` You're not on any list. But yet- *here you are! *'' He gestures frantically at me, then shakes the books at my face. I see the familiar panic in my father's face, and I begin to feel sick. 
 
 `` What does that mean, exactly?'' 
 
 `` I ca n't let you in.'' He exclaims, throwing himself back into his chair and rubbing his temple with his hand. I shake my head and chuckle. 
 
 `` What do you mean you ca n't let me in? You're *God*, you can do whatever you want... Right?'' He lets out a short and loud chuckle, making me jump in the chair. 
 
 `` It does n't work like that. Now-'' He waves his hand and the chair disappears, causing me to fall. `` back to life with you.'' 
 
 `` Wait a sec-'' I jump to grab His desk when suddenly I hear a snap and I'm choking on a breathing tube. The room is just as bright, just as white, but there's definition to my surroundings. There's a start and an end to everything. My body hurts, and I see my dad jump to attention and start calling for a nurse. They rush in to help me, the whole time my dad is letting me know what happened to me. I got in a car accident, I spun off the bridge, I should n't be alive, etc., etc. 
 
 I should be happy to be alive- and I am, really- but all I can think about is how much of a dick God is. I will definitely let him have it when I see him again.
