The Other Side

Another Day, New Questions.

"It's done" That's all I say before the call ends.

I keep walking. People walk past without noticing me. Pretty much how I like it with what we call Daylight People. Had anyone notice some of the places I leave, there would be too many unanswerable questions. Questions, for the most part, are better off never asked in the first place. That is just how it is in my line of work. Relationships based around love and romance just don't fit into my schedule either. Even dating within the field of work, I know it just wont work.

I go into a café for something to eat. A simple sandwich is all I need. Maybe a coffee. I look to the menu and try to decide what sandwich I want.

"Hey, stranger." A familiar voice says.

I look to the girl behind the counter. I know her. Becks. I know her from a restaurant I used to visit regularly. I moved cities, though. I wonder why she is here.

"Hey, Becks!" I say. "What are you doing here?"

"Moved to get a new start." She says. "What about you?"

"Work thing." I say.

I never really gave her more information of my life than that. Never told her about my job or told her where I go due to it. It is just the way I prefer it. Becks knows me well enough to know I will never give her straight answers. With the few interactions we share, she is okay with it.

"Nice." She says. "Got any idea what you want?"

"Just a sandwich and a coffee." I say.

Becks takes the order and gets the food ready. In a way, I am kind of glad to see her again. Very few people know me, even in small ways like Becks does. Daylight People and I just don't get along once they know who I am. It is refreshing to see at least one Daylight Person and I get along; even if it is based on lies.

I get my food and say bye to Becks. I go into a dark alley and go through a wall. There, I get to a place call Hold. Those who are like me gather here to live and work. Hold is like any other country, just not one Daylight People can get to. I go back and fourth if that is a good thing or not. Either way, we have our own way of living. Working as what Daylight People call 'grim reapers', we have a different view of things than they do. However, that is far from the only thing we do.

Yes, we act as a gate to the afterlife, but it isn't our job to kill people. We simply free those who are already on their way to the afterlife. The regular workers here just cut the chain. Nice and clean. Leave them to find their way to whatever heaven or hell they belong in. There are higher ups that sort them all out accordingly, but I don't know much about them. I, however, am apart of a different unit. A special unit made for special cases.

Those who have a choice in the matter of life and death are those I deal with. Those who have injuries that could lead to be fatal but can also be healed. Those who are fighting off a nasty disease who can pull through. Just anyone who can make it through the pain. It is my job to talk to them and act according to their wishes. There are many old stories I could tell about the interesting cases I have seen, but that would take years. Going up to them and talking to them can be hard. When someone is ready for me to talk to, their ghost stands in front of me. Then I can see the chains on their body that allows them to live. They don't feel anything tied to their bodies. No pain or emotions. In fact, I am pretty sure everything I see is just some deeper part of someone that they can't bring out otherwise. I go and talk to them about a possibility of life. How it could be. Then I let them chose.

That is what us Off Dwellers do.

I go to the specialty offices and sit down at a table in the common room. Some other Off Dwellers are there, talking about some Daylight People media they saw. I never really got too interested in all that. I just keep to my self and get work done. I start eating as the boss comes in.