"Please I am literally begging you," I say, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look as he slides the IV into my arm.
The chaplain sits beside me "Once he pushes the button, the drugs will be administered in quick succession. Unconsciousness will occur in roughly thirty seconds, and death soon after that," he explains, even though I have heard it so many times already, "Any final words?"
"Just, again, I beg you not to do this," I say.
The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience.
That's the thing though, I haven't murdered anyone. Its been this way my entire life. I don't know why, but whenever I would acidentally hurt myself, others near me would receive the wound. Once I got a paper cut in class that caused three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg.
I'm always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when, I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, their faces exploded not mine. When the cops came, they found me kneeling beside of their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding the gun.
Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. "I begged you," I repeat sadly.