Four months have gone by, many people have came and went in this short amount of time. But for Lynna everyday had been the same. She get up, eats than take some pills, get dressed then off to the "game' room. On Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday she goes to see Miss. Bing. Than eats dinner, takes more pills than off dreamless sleep.
On may 10th , Lynna was called into Miss. Bing's office.
"Hello Miss Hewitt, Do you remember me?" A man that was sitting in a chair by the window asked me.
"You were the judge that handed my case." Lynna twitched as the words came out of her mouth.
"Correct, Today you are to make the choose your faith. Would you liked to be hung or get the injection?" He snicker at her.
"Injection." Lynna said with no hesitation.
"That sounded like an easy choose for you," A small pause happened. "Well that is all you are dismissed." He waved his fat had at her. The next month went by fast.. to fast. Lynna slept on the way to the big K, which is what everyone of the patients called it. Once there two gaurd escorted her to a unknown room.
"Over there now." One guard pointed at a large table in the middle of the room. Lynna could help to think, How many others have died this way or been hung in the corner. The sense of dread and paranoia was unsettling and thrilling at the same time. In the room was a big glass window for people to witness to exaction. Behind the window Tanner's mom, dad and all five sister could be seen all waiting for the moment she was gone out of this world. Lynna felt the worn down leather strap on her ankles, wrists, waist and knees. The sharp pain in the side of her neck gave it away that in was going to begin, she was going to start dying. In that moment she heard cries and hearts beating.
Lynna felt sleepy. Her life seemed to flash before her. The wedding, Her parents death, finding out she was pregnant, and the doctor telling her that heer child had not made it. But the most clear one was the night of the murder. She couldn't hear anything but the statics in her head and felt nothing but the numbness in her fingertips. Than all was black.
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Counting the Days
القصة القصيرةA horror short story. She couldn't hear anything but the statics in her head and felt nothing but the numbness in her fingertips.
