The sun beat down upon my face so intensely concentrated
that sweat began poring down my forehead. The haunting drum tune playing from what feels
like behind me begins to drown out the faint sounds of muffled dialog. I can
make out a small crowd split into two separate crowds which are both composed
of a mixture from both sexes, male and female. The crowd hushes as a bag is
thrown over my head, blocking my already impaired sight. The proctor begins to
speak about all the sins against humanity I’ve committed, impressively over the
last couple of months. I feel a slight grin sneak across my face as I listen to
the acts of evil my actions have been seen as. The drum line grows more and
more intense as the man comes to what feels like the end of his speech. The
climax included something along the lines of “may god have rest on my retched
soul”.
Rude.
The drums ceased and the crowd gasped as I heard that pulling
click of a lever and felt my body drop under the gallows I previously stood on.
The last I heard was the snapping of my neck and the loud ear piercing ringing
that echoed in my ears.
I was dead. But that my dear friends, is just the beginning.
