Darkness

Darkness is around me. I am about to be put to death for a murder I did not commit. At least I think I didn't. It's all very confusing nowadays.

You'd think I would be depressed, sad even. I'm just not. I've tried making myself sad, to cry even. I have spent many a night curled up in the corner of my cement cell, just trying to squeeze out see tears. Every night though I can't manage to do so much as get frustrated.

The doctor says this might be me going through several sort of shock, not being able to fully comprehend what I have been sentenced to.

I don't remember much about what I did except for two bodies side by side in the middle of a dark alley. I had ran to a nearby trash can and through up over and over again. Then I was grabbed by a police officer and thrown into the backseat of a cop car.

I don't remember killing them, I still don't think I did, but I'm not even sure anymore. Everyone I know has told me I did it but I can't remember. How can a man be killed for a credit he doesn't even remember. There is no justice in that.

As I was pondering this I hear a gruff voice.

"It's time." He says this very solemnly almost regrettably.

I am then led into a room with a sinister looking bed in the shape of a human body. I'm strapped to it and although I was treated rather roughly I am in a sort of haze, not fully aware if my surroundings. I feel all kinds of tubes inserted under my skin. I am read my final rights and just before the doctor inserts the lethal dose of whatever he has in that menacing syringe, I remember.

I remember the alley, my friend Thomas holding a smoking gun. I remember him shoving me to the ground, my head  aching from where it struck the concrete. I small load thrust down upon me as the gun landed on my chest.

My own friend betrayed me! Someone I had deeply trusted had left me to die. I came to this realization to late however. I was as good as dead.

"Stop!"I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Stop I'm innocent!"

At long last the long awaited tears have come.

But it's to late I can already feel my limbs going numb, my conciseness slipping away. Now I'm and by myself, surrounded by one thing. Darkness.