Life of a Grimm

Death of an addict

I sit up, pulling a twig from my hair and standing.

The park is already full of people, despite it being so early (five o' clock to be exact). I grumble, shifting into the form of a black cat. People here don't really believe in superstition, so it was easy to go around like this without having my head chopped off.

Today is just another normal day. And of course, I have several people on my watchlist today.

I walk around the park for a bit, jump on a fencepost, and wait. It only takes a couple of minutes for Rylin Corchus to come walking up, a huge yellow grin on his pale face, his dull brown eyes and hair glittering unnaturally in the morning sun.

He doesn't look very healthy now, but just wait.

Rylin turns, sees me on the fencepost, and the smile drops from his face as he backs up, terrified. I watch with what would be a smile as he points and starts screaming, "HE'S HERE, HE'S HERE! SOMEBODY HELP!"

People turn, but when they see a man in his late 20's pointing at a cat on a fencepost and screaming his head off, they turn away quickly, probably thinking he's on drugs.

Ironically enough, he's been abusing heroin since 12. His time was up long ago.

I jump from the fencepost and rub against his ankles, causing him to freak more and back up speedily... Into a semi-truck.

The truck drags him for about half a mile as I stand with a pen and paper in hand, recording the progress;

Rylin Bevlo Corchus

8:02pm May 13th, 1990- 5:09am August 23rd, 2018

Cause of Death: Semi-truck incident

I "teleport" to his body, staring at the white wife beater he had been wearing, the ragged shorts, and his tan sandals.

Many crowd around him, while others stay a distance. The truck driver gets out and starts to apologize over and over that he couldn't stop in time. A man in a business suit is on the phone with dispatch explaining to them what happened. I rub against one person's ankle. They stare at me before picking me up.

"Aw, pretty kitty... I don't know why that man was so scared of you..." the woman mutters.

I mew in reply and jump from her arms, disappearing behind the truck to shift back to my spiritual form. When I go back around the semi-truck, I catch sight of the man sitting up in his spiritual body, separating from his physical one.

He looks at me for a second with confusion and terror.

"Calm yourself. You're safe with me. Don't be scared, I won't bite."

Rylin takes my hand. And as his soul dissipates, he looks at me with calmness, as if he doesn't know that he'll be spending the rest of his after-death in Hell.