[ 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 .

It was n't worth it. It never was. All the stress, all the judgement, all the pain. But now it was done. The last thing I remember of planet Earth was n't a sharp pain like I would have expected. Just the oddly satisfying feeling of a bullet entering my temple and then, darkness. Surrounding me was a thick, heavy curtain of black, a kind of darkness that I had only heard about from DSCP officers. Now I was experiencing this void myself. I had no body, no face, and no voice. But I could *feel* everything. The grief, the despair, but mostly the dark. 
 
 It's an interesting feeling, not knowing where you are or where anything else is. Not knowing up from down. Not being able to actually *do* anything. Not even knowing how long you had existed, or if you were actually existing at all. The only thing I knew now was the fierce absence of light. The crushing darkness burned my soul, but I was at peace. 
 
 There were others around me too. They might have been trillions of miles away, or they might have been right next to me. They might have even been inside of me, or me inside of them. All I knew was that there were other souls in this same state of nonexistence. I could feel their sadness and their despair. I could feel the terror from a boy who had just drowned. I could feel the contentedness from an old man as he took his final breath, free from his bones at last. And I could feel the depression of a woman who had just thrown herself out of the window and onto the cold stone 30 stories beneath her. 
 
 Now I was feeling something else. Something... *real*. I realized at once that it was an officer from the DSCP ( Department of Suicide Control and Prevention ) who was coming for the woman's soul. I realized then that he was n't alone. There were many more officers all around, little glimmers of hope and hatred all wrapped into one. I could feel them. I could feel their flesh and smell the coffee on their breath. I could *feel* them. And then the depression of the woman was gone. She was no longer among the count of the dead. 
 
 But I could also feel another presence. Was it the devil? Was it God? No, I could feel flesh on this soul, but it was n't a DSCP officer. It was something much more familiar. I tried to flee, but I did n't know how. I hated the Earth and I did n't want to return anytime soon. So many people relying on me. So many people counting on me to do the right thing. But so many people were disappointed. 
 
 The foreign presence was getting closer. Or maybe it was getting farther away. Space had no meaning to me anymore. But I knew it was coming for me either way. It felt sadder than anything I had felt here, but also more noble. I knew this flesh. I must have. How else would I feel this sense of familiarity with it? 
 
 Earth was a nightmare. I thought I could impress people with my ideas, with my plans for the future. And impress them I did. But I failed them all. How could I let my life go so wrong? I thought I had everything, but I had nothing. I went to college, got good grades, and was a good citizen. I even had a decent salary, a big house, and a beautiful wife. But what value does that hold here? I was finally content; alone in my thoughts with the universe, or lack thereof. 
 
 Then I finally felt it. Cold flesh grabbing me. It was like falling out of an oven into an ice bath, and I gasped for breath... with my mouth. *Groan*. I was back in this dump. I opened my eyes to my head bodyguard with his broad, cold hands grasping both sides of my head. 
 
 `` Welcome back to Earth Mr. President. You were recently assassinated by a sniper, who we have since caught. He has confirmed ties to Isis and was in possession of top secret intel on your location the night you were killed.'' 
 
 I wonder who gave that to him... 
 
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 Sorry if it's confusing and/or just plain bad. I tried ok?
