Jenny was such a nice girl. Don't get me wrong, she is problematic as fuck, but in a nice sweet way, you get me? Most would think she is normal and sweet little girl, and never once see the cry for help that is hiding in plain sight underneath her fakeness and know that she used to cut herself and is addicted to pain. But, besides these small little details, she was pretty normal.

"So Jack," Jenny said after we had our second round of sex, "you need to tell me, how did you do it?"

"Go back to life like a badass you mean?" I sweetly smiled while caressing her naked body.

"Duh, of course, cut the crap and stop pretending," she slapped my hand.

"Well, actually I have no idea," I shrugged.

"Oh really? she said squinting her eyes, "you can go back from the grave and have no idea why?"

"Of course I don't. I just died once and I went back. And I died in the next day and in the following, always coming back."

She eyed me suspiciously before adding, "and how did you bring me back if you don't know how you do it?"

"Have you ever had a feeling that there is something more to the world? Something deeper?"

"Well, everyone feels like that, right?" she asked.

"In some sense, yes. But that is just bullshit of they thinking they are special while they are not. I meant the world. There is something deeper still," I said while my hand was going to some interesting places.

"What do you mean?" she allowed me to play.

"When I died I saw something different, something that shouldn't be there, but nevertheless was. I called this the underworld, a place totally different than ours."

"Why do you think it is another place?"

"I just have this feeling, you know? That there is something stranger and profound. An eerie sensation."

"Can you show me this place?" she asked getting on top of me and adding in my ear, "like the previous time?"

I was already turned on, but after hearing those words, it was set. This girl was gonna die now.

This time it was rougher than the last. I was wild. I wasn't afraid of leaving marks on her. I wanted to leave a part of me on her. And like the last time, in my apex, I strangled her. Her beautiful white neck was wrapped by my big hands. And a few seconds later she died, yet again.

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Sex is such a strange thing, right my friend? In one second you are having such fun, and in the next? The girl is dead and you are still inside her savoring her body.

After I was sure that she was dead I eyed that knife, still bloody on the floor, with my blood. "It's time again, I guess," I murmured to myself while I got hold of the knife.

Like the last time, not less painfully or more, I cut myself in the neck and breathed my last breath of air. I felt to the floor and rested without moving.

The first thing that I saw when I woke up floating over my body was Jenny. She was looking at me. This time she was semi-aware. She was looking without paying to much attention.

"Jenny?" I asked her.

She looked at me and smiled, and now seemed to recognize me and our situation.

"Jack!" she went near me, "it works!"

"Yes. It always does," I naively thought I was being cocky, "wanna go to the underworld now?"

"What? Isn't this the underworld already?" she asked.

"Oh, no. This is the normal world. As far as I can tell at least," I gestured the place around us, "the underworld is different than this. I'll show you."

I grabbed her hand and I tried to concentrate at the world around us. I tried to obliquely look at things using the corner of my eyes. I was getting good at this. I didn't take as long as the previous times. But this time I didn't saw the Reaper. I saw a cat. A black cat with red eyes.

"What is that?" Jenny asked pointing at the cat.

"I have no idea," I blankly answered while the cat started to come toward us. I froze without knowing what to think. The cat was cute, except for the diabolical red eyes. Apart from this minute detail, it was cute. Diabolically cute.

The cat stopped at my feet, looked at me and made a meow and walked toward the doors, apparently losing all interest.

"What was that about?" Jenny asked.

"Dunno. I hate cats though."

"Will we follow it?"

"What? Follow a diabolical cat towards who knows what?" I frantically asked.

"Don't be a pussy little Jack. Afraid of a little cat," she said going to the door.

Sometimes I really forget the girls was suicidal. That why we were there, right? The whole reason. She asked me to kill her. In all fairness, I killed her once without consent. But I guess that are things from the past.

I followed her and the cat through the door. That eerie sensation that I always felt in this place only got stronger when I passed through the door.

I wasn't in Jenny's apartment anymore. I wasn't in a building or a city for that matter. It was a forest. A deep dark dead forest. No leaves in any of the trees. No life anyplace to be seen.

Only a dirt road through the forest. When I looked back I still saw the door. I guessed that was our connecting point to the true underworld and what I saw was only the beginning.

I went by Jenny's side and floated along.

"Will we keep walking?" I asked after we floated some tens of meters.

"Well, Jack. We are dead and we can always go back, why not explore the underworld, as you call it?"

This girl is certified nuts. I dunno what stranger, she is like that, or me being attracted to it. I stopped caring and went along. We could always go back. If the Reaper doesn't do anything, right?

If I knew that I would never see my body for a long long time, would I had gone with Jenny? Would I have gone this path? That is a tough question to answer. I would probably answer yes. I really wanted to know, how deep the rabbit hole goes and what lies ahead.