I just started getting on with things like everything was normal but it didn't feel like it was. Last night felt so real. It had to have happened but if it did then how was I here now? On opening my fridge there in the door next to my milk was a full bottle of Vodka. The same bottle I drank last night. My facewas starting to get a chill. Without realising it I had stopped in my traks at seeing the bottle. Coming back to my senses I closed the fridge door and went to my medical cupboard. There stood the pill bottles that I could swear I had swallowed last night. My legs gave way and the room started to spin. My mind could not process what was going on. Am I having some kind of break down? As I ask myself this a voice comes from behind me.

"Aaron, last night you tried to kill yourself but I gave you a test. You showed me something with the way you acted."

I jumped out of my skin and my blood ran cold. There should not be anyone in my house other than me. What I saw was a manly figure drapped in an all-black cloak holding a scythe. The first thing I thought was that this must be some kind of sick joke but there was not a sole on death who would put this much effort into playing a joke like this on me. So it must be, the Grimm Reaper but why had he spared me? I needed to know and without standing asked.

"Are you Death?" I wanted to ask more but when you are talking g to a god your mind doesn't work like it should. My mouth stopped working and hung open. If this wasn't a god or death then it was a burglar and I was up the creek. The good turned to me and underneath was just black where the face should have been. Out of the blackness came his voice once again.

"Yes I am. Last night you thought it was a good idea to end the gift you have been given. I like to send a test when I come across people like you sometimes. You chose to stop what you were doing to help someone in need. This is the reason for me giving you a gift. I give you life again."

Was this some kind of sick joke us mortals don't get. I want to die I want this existence over with. Why would he do this to me? I sputter out my response.

"What? No keep you gift let me die. I didn't want saving there is nothing for me here. Please kill me."

"What?"

Death asked me sounding a little confused and like he had made a mistake. Like he had done something that couldn't be taken back.

"What do you mean? What? I am being very clear. I want to die." I answered my voice raised and angry. He has messed up and doesn't want to admit it that's what he is doing and why he asked. What? He starts to speak again.

"Well you see someone may or may not have done something that wasn't wanted and may or may not be an unbreakable gift. A gift of well you may or may not find out what this said person has or hasn't done."

I was right this half wit has done something to me and now sees it as a mistake. He has acted without getting permission first. To say I was at the top of the tree was an understatement. Now I started shouting.

"You have made me live again, haven't you? Well, you just stay there and in a few minutes I will be dead and you can take me with you."

They hooded figures shoulders sagged and he spoke again.

"It won't work. Every time you die you will wake up here at the same time until you learn your lesson. You can not die."

With that the coward disappeared. Vanished like a fart in the wind. Just up and go e before I could try to remove his testicals if he had any. Left me here with my rubbish life and still wishing for death.