[ 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 .

They used to say suicide never solves anything. Hah, that's a fucking joke. The first time I killed myself was when I was 18. Back then it was n't illegal but back then they still called it a `` medical mericle''. I was young, it was over a girl. That time I'm glad they brought me back. God I was dumb. But alot of things changed since then. 
 
 The second time I killed myself... Well that's a different story. It started when my mandatory work service ended. I could not find paid work and my wife still had 2 more years of service. The government has a zero slack policy. That means If I did n't find work they would give our standard housing unit to someone who could. It's a pre war Class A unit. BEAUTIFUL place, even has a yard like in the movies. 
 
 We had one week before those fucks would take everything away. My family would probably be housed in another unit seeing as my wife still was in the system. Who knows where they would go. Probably a shitty class C unit in the pits. That's no place to raise a child. 
 
 An opportunity came up 2 days before our relocation. It was dirty and definitely not legal, but it was an out and I had to take it. All I had to do was move some `` cargo'' across town, I did n't think it would be hard. Plus they paid me in advance. I should have thought things through but all I wanted was to be with my family. 
 
 The day of the job came and the first half of the delivery went easy. The truck was unlocked like the instructions said and a forged cargo manifest on the seat. All I had to do was drive point A to point B. No problem. Well... Slight problem. What I was n't told was I was transporting escapees. People who killed themselves to escape the mandatory work service. That's punishable by hard labour for life for both my family and I. Fuck, Why do n't I ever think things through? 
 
 My mind was racing trying to find a way out of this mess. Then it clicked.. There were like 30 bodies in the back they would never know who was the driver. In that split second of clarity I knew what I had to do. I was going to kill myself. It was the only way to save my family. What they do to a trafficker is way worse then being busted for suicide. I unbuckled my seatbelt and redirected my truck straight for the bridge. Usually the anti suicide nets would support a vehicle but not a transport truck like this. 
 The last thing I remember was me and about 15 other bodies flying across the harbor like a flock of geese. I even managed to laugh right before I died out on impact. 
 
 When I woke up my mouth tasted like I ate a big bag of assholes. Smelled almost worse. I was confused and had no idea where I was. Did I die? Then I remembered fleeing from the police. `` Fuck, I got busted. Can this situation get any worse? `` I thought to myself. 
 
 That's when I heard a voice. `` You fucked up the job. Now where's our money.'' 
 
 Edit: Added a sentence for clarity and fixed some words. 
 
 -- -New at this, Critique please ( wrote the story on my cellphone. ) -- -
