Deaths

Hanged

They slipped a black bag over my head and pushed me forward. I walked uncertainly, since I was blinded. A rising fear with every step. My breath coming in gasps. The man pushing me just kept pushing. I was scared... So scared. The terror gripped my chest. My eyes, wide open, but only seeing black. Darkness. Fear. Death.

Doors swung open, I could tell by the noise. I kept walking. I couldn't move my head. Could only look forward, unseeing. Terror gripping me. My chest rising and falling with each gasp. Knowing that soon I won't be gasping. Soon I won't feel fear. Not the squeezing tightness in my chest. I'll be dead. Killed. Penalized. Gone.

Will I be forgotten? Remembered? Mourned? I don't know... Why do I care?

I've been walking with these thoughts in my head. Closer and closer to the noose. Soon the be around my neck. A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my cheek. And another tear. Soon I'm crying silently. The material that the bag is made of is soaking up my tears. They fall freely from my eyes. Tear streaks down my face. Unseen. Unknown.

Suddenly the soldior stops pushing me. He stops. I breath heavier. I'm going to die. I start shaking. I'm crying harder. I don't want to die... Gasping. Scared. Terrified. Feeling despair. I won't get to see my mother ever again. I don't wanna die! I scream mentally. The soldior squeezes my shoulder. I cringe. I don't want him to touch me. I hear footsteps coming towards me. Hands grab my arms and two people lift me onto a platform of some sort. They bind my ankles and wrists together with thick ropes. I scream "I don't want to die! No! Stop!"

The bag is lifted off of my head and duct tape placed over my mouth before I can scream again. No! I try to scream, but it comes out as a muffle. Tears run down my cheeks, and soon I'm silently sobbing. My body wracked with sobs. I look pleadingly at one of the men. Save me... I silently beg.

He reaches up ams grabs the bag and flicks it over my face, casting me into darkness. No! I scream silently. I continue to sob. I don't want to die! Terror grips my lungs. I can barely breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel the noose being slipped over my head. Then a noise behind my head and the noose tightens around my neck. I cry harder and squeeze my eyes shut. Goodbye mom... I think to myself. I love you. Then the soldior steps off of the stool. I can still breathe. The noose isn't tight enough, I can still breathe. My eyes tightly shut, I take a quick gasp of air.

Then I hear a noise, and the stool crashes and skids out from under me. I fall and the rope catches me. The noose tightens and I can't breathe. I open my eyes. I panic. The ropes bites into my flesh, causing pain and blood runs down my neck. It crushes my neck with my weight. I kick my legs and the rope tightens, biting into my neck, causing pain and more blood. I try to take a gasp of breath and I can't. I fling my legs, flailing, dying. I panic. The panic grips my chest. My eyes flutter but are still wide open. I thrash around, unable to breathe, blackness all I'm seeing. My lungs fighting desperately, fighting for air. Raising up and down, but unable to get any air. In agony, pain coursing through me. Tears running down my cheeks and blood running down my neck. My lungs scream for air and I scream out in pain. My scream is muffled by the duct tape. My lungs desperate for air. But I can't breathe!

I try to scream in agony. Black creeps into my vision. Darkness. The urge to breathe fades...

And black takes over my vision and my chest stops fighting. I give up.