I've been here for several years now after my trial a few days ago they ordered me to death it's now been three days since my trial and today is the day I'll be put to the chair sentenced to death for a murder I didn't commit I was only a mere witness to the scene but no one would listen because of my menacing look, my tattooed arms and neck, my shaved head, my height, my buff body build all indicators of a man to look out for. How can I get out of this unfairity before I'm put to the chair I'm not ready to die especially for a crime I never committed as I sit in my cell starring at the wall beside me my heart racing fast beating with my every hyperventaling breath I hear footsteps coming closer to the cell my heart beats faster with every step suddenly they stop I hear my cell door open and one officer a tall black male who looks even more buff than I do he looks at me and says
"Let's go, it's time"
I take a shakey breath as I stand up my legs wobbling with every step I almost lose my balance as I approach the officer. I start to move with the officers down the hall towards the room where an innocent man will soon be killed I fear there is no way out of this I fear today will be my last. I step into the room after the officer opens the door I sit down in the chair as the officer straps me down and after starts to remove my cuffs and chains I start to sweat as another man a white male with a receding hairline wets a sponge and places it on my head and straps the electric head piece down over the sponge, water starts to drip down that or sweat either way I am drenched in both the front of my jumpsuit is wet I sit waiting for this to be over with. Another man opens a curtain where people sit on the other side of the glass divider. I see my mother and two brothers and my sister crying as they see me strapped in the chair they hug onto each other the sight is heartbreaking they all believe me when I say I'm innocent but no one would hear us no one believed us. Another man stands by switches the man who opened the curtains says,
"Do you have any last words you would like to say Mr.James Rockwell"
As I speak tears fall down my face I start to speak my voice cracking with every word
"I'm innocent"
Those were the last words I ever spoke before the switch was pulled my mother's face was the last thing I saw before my life slipped away.
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Innocence
Short Story*Do not copyright please this story took me weeks to wright it was originally for a class assignment but I wanted other opinions* This story is about a man named James Rockwell accused of a murder he had not committed he is now sentenced to death b...
