They took me to the holding van.
The angry parents were there.
They glared at me.
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I smiled softly. “I don’t regret killing them.”
They tried to hit me, but the cage stopped
them.
They took me to jail.
The court put me on trial due to the attention.
The result was the same.
Death by lethal injection.
Harding and Dr. Evans watched with grief.
I didn’t react.
In jail, my cellmate asked, “How many years
did you get?”
She thought I was a kid.
I smiled softly. “I killed forty people. I got the
death penalty.”
She backed away, scared.
She asked for a new cell. I was bad luck.
I sat on the hard bed, looking at the moon
through the window.
This was the most relaxed I’d ever been.
The day before, Harding and Dr. Evans
visited.
“We did what you asked. The videos are
gone ”
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“He said the money went to charity.”
I nodded. “I did something good?”
Dr. Evans cried. “Your life was hard.”
“Be good next time.”
I nodded.
My parents didn’t come. I disgusted them.
I was their shame.
I didn’t care. I never mattered to them.
The next day, I was going to die.
I sat on the bed, waiting.
The door opened. A guard said, “Let’s go.”
I nodded, walking.
She turned. “Anything you want? We’ll try.”
I shook my head.
Then I said, “Can I have some water?”
“I’m thirsty.”
She got me a bottle.
I drank and walked to the injection room.
Cops were waiting.
I laid down, tied to the bed.
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Cops were waiting.
I laid down, tied to the bed.
The light was bright, but I stared at it.
The last light I’d see.
I didn’t want to close my eyes.
The poison went into my arm, into my veins.
I closed my eyes, thinking about Dr. Evans‘
words. “Be good.”
I hoped so. A little happier than this life.
