The Choice

 "What?" I thought. "Where am I?" Then I remembered the accident. I don't recognize this place and there are no beds or IVs here, so probably I'm dead, I thought. Right after that, a table appeared in front of me with a kinda note on it, and the sleek, white walls suddenly started turning red in the shape of a door. It was a largish door, with intricate woodwork on it, as if done by an otherworldly sprite. I picked up the note and started to read it.

"Don't trust the angels. Find others. Run to the gates."

"Huh? Why would they tell me not to trust an angel when most of the people attained heaven by trusting them? Is it a trick of hell to get me suffering eternally?" I thought. I waited for maybe a few hours, but couldn't say for sure, as time was hard there. As no one came, I started making for the red doors. As I started getting closer to the doors, the farther they seemed to move from me. Not being one to give up easily, I kept chasing the doors, trying to get in. After some time, the doors seemed to just stop. I pushed the handle, and the door opened effortlessly. Inside were some people with wings and horns which connected to form a circle on their head, which was glowing. Their eyes were bright golden, and they wore a white gown which reached down to their feet. Their faces were like the people you have fleeting glimpses of in the crowd, and you can't remember what they look like afterwards. They all spoke at once,  in a strangely robotic and expressionless voice.

"We are the angels who will judge you. You will be given a potion which will make you grow horns and the pattern in which you grow them will decide whether you go to Heaven or Hell."

As on cue, a transparent glass bottle filled with a transparent liquid appeared in front of me. I drank it, and felt my horns start to grow. Being naturally creative, I grew the horns in different shapes, but was careful not to connect them because of what I'd read on the note. After a while, the horns stopped growing and were still. The angels started discussing amongst themselves and spoke at once. "Since you didn't connect those horns, you are immediately not eligible to receive a halo. You are hereby sent to Hell."

Then I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was in a neighborhood which seemed completely ordinary, except for the fact that the sky was very cloudy. A handsome man, wearing a sharp suit, approached me and said, "Congratulations on getting free. I am Lucifer, and I was the one who sent you that note, because I saw that spark in you. The halo are actually traps. Once you connect the horns, you automatically come under God's control. When I realized this, I broke my horns and hence was banished here. Hell being a place for punishment is just a myth, created by Him to keep people obedient. But in reality, Hell is a place where you can be yourself,  and no one can stop you. Carry on!"

Saying this, he disappeared. I was in Hell now, but it didn't feel so bad. In fact,  I was relieved to be myself for a change.