[ 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've been running for a long time now. I do n't know who I'm running from, or which plane I've landed on. All i know if I've been running since the first time I committed suicide. 
 
 It was a century or two ago when they discovered the'afterlife', the other planes of existence. Turns out a natural death, one that happens from old age, is the only true death. Anything else knocks you a few degrees to the right or left, to another plane of existence. That friend who'died' in a car crash? He actually just shifted a few degrees away, to a different reality. Was it a better reality? A worse one? Well that's the thing. You never know until you get there. Which is why so many died when this was all first discovered. So many that the government had no choice but to make all forms of non-natural death illegal. And that included suicide. 
 
 When I was eighteen my life was in shambles. Broke, single, and failing at everything I had ever tried, I did the only thing I could think of, I shifted planes. I committed suicide. 
 
 Unfortunately I shifted in the wrong direction, into a worse plane. That's the thing all suiciders forget, that things can always get worse. After a week in my new plane, I killed myself again, and entered a better reality, but not by half as much as I wanted. So I did it again, and again. `` Who would care?'' I thought to myself as I took my life for the fourth time, `` about a washed up teenager with nothing to his name.'' Sure, sometimes you'd see law enforcement arresting a shifter, one who became wealthy, affluent, and sinister. But that was n't me. And that was n't what I wanted. All I wanted was simplicity, peace, and a bit of love. 
 
 It was n't until the fifth shift that I first noticed it. No, not law enforcement, someone, something else. I noticed it out of the corner of my eye as I slit my own throat, as if they were but a shade, a tingle on my spine. It was then that I realized something malicious had started to hunt me. 
 
 At first I had been running from my shitty existence. I had killed myself five times hoping things would get better. But the sixth time I killed myself, it was to get away. I stayed in the fifth plane for as long as I could. I ran as far as my feet could take me, as far as the lover I had finally acquired would go with me. I ran until I had no where left to go, no nook or cranny to hide into. And then I shifted a sixth time. It was the only escape, the only way out. 
 
 This thing, this hunter. It follows me through my shifts now. But jumping planes is an odd thing, more of a statistical guess than a perfect science. So sometimes I have months before it finds me again, sometimes only an hour or two before I die. And that's my only real escape now. Dying. 
 
 Two shifts ago it nearly caught me, knocked my elbow just as I was beginning to slit my throat. I had to throw myself onto the knife embedded in my neck just to die. Just to shift. I was careless then, and have taken better precaution's now. 
 
 I have given up on living too. Now all I want to do is shift until the day that I truly die, lest this hunter get hold of me. 
 
 EDIT: A few words
