Today it is six months ago I got sent to this godforsaken place I never had a fair trial. The evidence of me committing the crime is next to none. On a normal day, I have nothing to do in this nightmare of a room and every day is the same. Early this morning when I woke up, I could feel a bigger tension than normal (death row is normally a place with a lot of tension) my inmates in the other cells were whispering and the prisoner in the opposite cell was missing. In the beginning, I thought that he had been ill but deep down I knew that he was being prepared for his execution. I was right.
About two hours ago a big group of guards walked by my cell with the missing prisoner from the cell. He was handcuffed and wearing a white jumpsuit I knew straightway that this is the last time that I would ever see him. During the first week in prison, I heard him talk with another prisoner about how he had been on death row for 19 horrible years without knowing when his execution was scheduled. He told the other prisoner that he hoped that the execution would happen soon because it was killing him (no pun intended) that he doesn’t know when his final “expiration date” is. A few minutes ago, while I was writing the last part the lights started flickering like a candle in the wind. For a minute all the sounds in the prison went still coupled with a few quiet and thoughtful payers for his life. I have never seen or experienced an execution so it terrifies me that my first experience with execution was a few minutes ago while I’m on death row. I can’t stop thinking about it and I know that I will get next to no sleep tonight.
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