I have 29 days
Left to live.
I killed Alex Hail.
They found me.
They found him.
And now the date
Of my death is
Twenty nine days away.
I expected as such.
Of course I did.
I knew what I was doing.
I know what I am doing.
I'm going to die
In less than a month.
How do I deal with that?
How do I respond to that?
What do I do?
Deal with it?
I can't!
I'm going to die!
Because of one stupid mistake!
Help me!
Please!
I don't want to die!
I'm only 25
I don't deserve this!
I shouldn't have done
Any of this in the first place!
I would've had a normal life,
More friends,
An alive sister,
An alive Jack.
I would've done something with my life!
I wouldn't be rotting away,
I'd be doing something I love.
Why am I here?
Why do I belong here?
Why did I do this to myself?
Why didn't I stop?
Why can't I stop?
Why wont't I let it end?
Just let it end.
I think I'm ready
To feel the surface of the ground.
I've been falling for a long time.
I think I want to splat now.
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.
