Noon came like it did every other day, but to James it may
as well have been midnight. Like always,
he felt as though his stomach had turned to worms. But today, the worms were livelier than ever
before. Makes sense, he thought dully.
This is my last day alive.
Before long, he heard the key turn on his cell door, which
opened to reveal two guards. He got up
and walked with them past the jeers of prisoners and the stern glares of
onlookers. In no time at all, he was
strapped to the chair and looking at the man who would pull the switch and end
his life. A rush of different emotions
coursed through him like the rampaging rapids.
Memories flooded past his eyes, showing everything from his childhood to
his horrible crime. But he kept a stern
face.
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