[ WP ] You live in a world where suicide is illegal . There is a division of law enforcement that travels to the afterlife to catch people that committed suicide and then bring them back to serve time in prison . You just killed yourself and someone is chasing you , but it 's not the cops .

*I wrote this for this prompt, and it can be read on its own, but it's also chapter 2 of a longer story in the making. Chapter one can be found here: https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/40kccc/slug/cyuxm27 Enjoy! * 
 
 
 
 I stared at the ID in my hand for a while longer, and kicked the body in front of me in frustration. 
 
 *Fuck fuck fuck. * 
 
 Two days it had taken them. For two blissful days, I'd lived in a normal world again, with actual people. It was a pretty nice world I had ended up in, too. Apparently, though, it was n't meant to be. They actually wanted to drag me back to that barren place. And for what? So I could live there on my own? Waiting till I died of old age or because of some accident? Being reminded everyday of what I had done? 
 
 *Fuck that. * 
 
 I knew one thing, it was gon na be a lot harder once they'd caught me and brought me back, at least while in jail. I'd heared they make sure you ca n't just do it again. No ropes in your room, no sharp objects, nothing you could choke on, total isolation. I grimaced. *Worst come to worst I can always bite my tongue off. * 
 
 The sirens were getting louder, and even though it was n't them that I was worried about, I'd better get going. It would n't do to be here when the suicide squad came back with backup. Besides, I needed as much of a head start as possible to figure out how to stay hidden for more than two days this time. I had killed myself because I was done with just surviving, I wanted to *live*. Two day stays were n't going to cut it. 
 
 I walked over to the body of goon number 2 and pulled the shard of glass out of his throat. I took one last look around the bistro, eyes ending on Bob. He was watching me, baseball bat still in hand, a grim look of understanding on his face. 
 
 `` Take care'', I told him, while I lifted the shard to my throat. I'd do whatever it would take to get away from my past and live a normal life. 
 
 *Again and again. * 
 
 

