Like every human, I felt special. I waited for the day when everything in my boring and repetitive life would change. I mingled with people and imitated them. Now, I was one of the sinners in the flock of sheep. While waiting for the day when everything would change, I realized the truth that people witness every day in the news, on the streets, in their dreams, but never accept, living as if it will never happen to them.

Death! Death was always beside me like a follower. On my happiest day, on my hardest day, I felt the breath of death on my neck. At first, my mind was taken over by indifference. This indifference was like not wanting to start a game you know will end or not wanting to strive for something that won't bring you any gain. No knowledge I would learn or money I would earn in this life interested me. What is the meaning of living in a life where you know when you will die?

My life passed with an emptiness and a fear hidden in the depths. The fear of being aware of death! When I looked at the people around me, they all rushed around as if death did not exist. I used to be one of them, understanding them, but at the same time, I couldn't understand; didn't they know death was waiting right beside them?

Over time, indifference turned into anger; anger towards this life, towards the ordinariness, towards the people who didn't understand me. Every day, I could feel the desire accumulating in my heart. The desire to break this ordinary world and put an end to the ordinariness. As time passed, life condemned me to this ordinariness; nothing I tried could free me from this feeling that chained my heart. The only solution that came to my mind in the end was death. The death I feared and hated so much might be the solution to everything.

When this thought first sprouted in my mind, I was initially very afraid; not of dying, but of suffering, like every human. But as time passed, my curiosity about the life after death outweighed my fear. I am writing these sentences to inform that no one is guilty of my death and to leave a small mark of my existence in this world that I hated down to my bones.

In his thirties, a man with a long beard and long hair, looking as if he hadn't been out in public for a long time, looked at the letter he had written with satisfaction, placed it in an envelope, and put it on the edge of the table. He turned around and looked at his messy room, recalling the times he had spent his entire life just reading books, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. He took a deep breath and slowly walked to the window. He climbed out of the window and onto the roof. He looked up at the moon in the sky. A wild smile appeared on his face.

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"I am Grim; today I will leave this ordinary world!" He took out a black dagger resembling obsidian from his inside pocket. He looked at the dagger one last time, took a deep breath, and stabbed it into his heart. When he tried to stab it, he felt resistance. The weakness of his muscles, weakened by years of inactivity, showed itself. He didn't care about the wave of pain spreading through his body and stabbed with all his might. He wasn't afraid of the pain; he just wanted it to end faster. His eyes darkened, and the strength in his legs left him, and he began to roll off the roof.

The expected sound of falling never came. I felt like I was drowning in the sea. As I thought about where and who I was, memories slowly rushed into my mind. I remember everything; I had committed suicide! With some anxiety and curiosity, I opened my eyes and saw the moon in the sky that I had looked at before stabbing the dagger into my heart.

Trying to understand what was happening, I looked around, but I couldn't make sense of what I saw; my body was floating in the air, but I wasn't inside it. The feeling of drowning started to tire my mind. I thought out loud, "What is this stupid drowning feeling? Is this what death is like?"

In my mind, I heard a voice more terrifying than anything I had ever heard in my life: "Your soul is eroding because it is not in a body, it will soon cease to exist." I started looking around in panic to find the source of the voice. "I am behind you," the same voice was heard again. When I turned around in panic, what I saw made my soul tremble. Black flames resembling a human shape were standing there, and I don't think there is a word to describe it. Eight blue pearls shone where I assumed the head of the black entity was.

"Your soul is very weak; it can no longer endure, it is beginning to disintegrate." As the black entity said these words, it lowered the appendage that seemed to be its head. I followed it down, and I saw my body disappearing like a mirage. My real body had stopped breathing, devoid of life. Just as I was thinking about what to do, I heard a laugh even crazier than my own: "The rules are dead, but people are alive."

[********** ***********] The black entity spoke words in a strange language that I couldn't understand no matter how hard I focused. As I tried to understand what the black entity was doing, I felt a force pulling my foot. When I looked down, I saw a miniature black hole pulling me in.

"Stop, who are you, what are you doing to me?" I shouted. But the black entity did not answer; I felt my entire body being slowly swallowed by the black hole, and my vision went dark.

After Grim disappeared, Grim's body fell to the ground. In the void, the terrifying voice was heard again: "I gave you a chance for the immortality dream you always wanted; maybe one day we will meet. Then it will not be too late to find out who I am." As soon as he finished his sentence, bloodstains began to appear all over his body.