He
He's gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Sam.
Sam
Is
Gone.
November
November
6
November
6
2015
16
Years
Old.
I guess he could
Hear the ringing just as
Loudly as I could.
God it's so loud.
Piercing.
Bleeding.
I can't hear anything else.
Good night,
Sam.
I'll see you later.
YOU ARE READING
Sal
Short StoryBeing stuck on death row can be pretty boring. Why not write about everything until the inescapable death that waits for me just as much as I wait for it.
