Waiting on Death Row: A Story of Guilt and Consequence

I look at my soul mate John and all I can see in his eyes is shame. We have known each other for 6 years and we have been best friends ever since. One year ago, John and I became friends with some bad people, who drank, took drugs and was violent to other people. They didn’t seem that bad at first but after a while, they got worse. In the beginning, we just hang out and drank a little bit but after some time they started doing heavier drinking and heavy drugs. John and I was shocked but we didn’t say anything and just followed along. The drugs got heavier and heavier so did the alcohol. One day it got overhand, things were out of control, John and I are very sorry, and we wish it never happened. I sit in my bed, under my pillow lays my dairy. I read some stories, but I lightly skim through the most of the book, and stop when I get to the story that tells why we are sitting here on death row.

Monday 14th September 2002

“Me and the guys went out for a walk we were all on the influence of alcohol and drugs. We walked in the cold streets in the middle of the night in the big city. Disco were open and people flocked in to drink their brains out. The same was me and the guys, we were just out and socialize with friends and have a little here and there. We went in and took our usual seat at the pub, we were quickly acquired some drugs and quickly became influenced by it. No matter how many people say that drugs are not dangerous lie! Our minds were fucked and half the time we did not have control over our bodies.