The brightness of the girl's outfit made him close his eyes again.
"Open your eyes."
Jake's eyes flew open at the sound of the deep voice. He looked around, but there was no one there but the girl. She had stopped singing, and was staring at him. Jake tried to squint, hoping that might dim the brightness of the colours all around him. Sunny yellows, Barbie pink, seafoam green, and a multitude of other shades were splashed on the walls of the small room that he was laying it. His eyes burned at the sight. It was as if a five-year-old girl had been set loose in a paint store.
Wait, why was he laying down? Jake sat up, looking around again. He was in this small, brightly coloured room, alone except for the little blonde girl.
"Where the hell am I?" he muttered.
"Seems you've answered that question yourself." The deep voice echoed in the room as the girl moved her mouth.
"Welcome to hell," the girl replied, the deep voice clearly coming from her this time.
"Hell?" Jake repeated. In a flash, it came to him - the car wreck, the unspeakable pain, then the numbness. "Wait, I'm dead?"