Death By Lethal Injection

He sat there, on his bed with his head in his hands, contemplating how his life had gone so wrong. Firstly, the love of his life, the star in his heart, his beloved Zara had dumped him. Literally. She had thrown him out of her window on the second story and into the dumpster below. Then there was his school work. he was too far behind to catch up and his friends hated him for being so smart. He laughed bitterly, the thought like vinegar in his mouth. If he was so smart then why was his life so wrong? Then there was the obvious problem. He had no money, no income which meant he was months behind with his rent, and no possessions except a few sets of clothes and his backpack with toiletries in. He looked up and heard the sounds of his landlord stumping up the stairs. He sighed and packed up his stuff. He heard the landlord yelling at someone else and then continuing up the stairs. Surely he would be kicked out today. He had no where to hide except to jump out the window, and he didn't fancy a 3 story drop onto concrete. So he went into the bathroom, shaved and rinsed off in the shower. Then he sat on his bed again, waiting for the inevitable knock on the door followed by his landlord telling him to get his ass out of the building and to never come back. But it never came. All he heard was a scream followed by sounds of a body thudding down the stairs.1

He stood stock still in the middle of the room not even daring to breathe. He wanted to know what had happened to his landlord so badly but knew that if he was caught in the middle then he would be the one taking the blame. As that thought occurred to him he had already run down the first flight of stairs. Then the building shook and rattled almost making him fall down. Police choppers was the first thing that came into his mind, and it was confirmed a second later when outside came the sounds of sirens going WOO-WOO over the sounds of everything else going on. He quickly went back to his room and tried to catch his breath. He hoped that the police wouldn't find him out of breath. His prayers weren't answered. There came a knock at the door. Then the door came flying inwards, almost knocking him unconscious. Cops came racing in through the door. He was put under arrest and placed into a police vehicle. He noticed that he was the only one to have been arrested. Everyone else was just being lead out and taken to another place away from here.2

He was taken to the local police station and sat in an interview room on his own. He started to think about all the things that could happen. But he was broke. He had no lawyer and no way to pay bail. The things he thought about got worse and worse, until a policeman came in and took him to a single cell, then he was told the worst news of the day. The policeman told him he was being paired up with a DA and would face trial. Then the policeman was asked 'trial for what?'. The answer was simply the murder of your landlord. Then he pushed dinner in through a slot in the door, said enjoy and walked away.3

That night was the worst night of his life. Thinking about what was going happen just made it worse. He ended up reading all the horrific things people had scratched into the walls. It was boring but uneventful and kept his mind busy. By the time morning came he was fatigued but ready for anything. Almost anything. He was taken out to the courtroom and the trial began with the judge announcing that the trial of Curtis Oxford vs. Vaughn Little(deceased)had begun. The trial was uneventful and when he was called up to the stand he just said the truth. The problem was that the truth was too simple and he was caught by police out of breath which almost certainly said that he had just run up the stairs. That meant to the prosecutor that he had done it. After the jury retired he was told to go back to a cell and get ready for the guilty/not guilty verdict of the jury. He did so and in about 45 minutes, he guessed, he was brought before the jury. The jury looked first at the judge and then straight at him. The only words that were said were: We find this man GUILTY of all crimes and recommend death via lethal injection. "NO!!" He screamed painfully, sinking to his knees.4

He was taken to a room and strapped into a chair. He had gone limp, like a rag doll, and was slumping forward in his chair. They told him to look smart and face death in the face. Which he did. He saw the man coming towards him, needle in hand. He felt it puncture his skin. Then everything went black.5

"Not all that die deserve death, and not all those who live deserve life. Can you give it to them? No you can not. do not be too hasty in dealing out who lives and who dies." Quote From Gandalf - Lord Of The Rings