Death comes to us all

Date: 12/17/2017

I had recently moved back home and get a transfer to work in my old store. I was in the warehouse when a group of police came charging in. They didn't say a word and just arrested me and placed me in prison. I demanded to know why I was there, so one officer threw some documents at me. The docs said, I'm here because I pressed the like button on facebook a couple of times, when looking at adorable animals. Because of this I was placed on death row. Across from my cell was my 16 year old brother. He was on death row too. But his crime was for eating too many sweets. I love my little brother so much. And when we got our due dates for when we were ment to die, and that it would be by hanging, we decided to made a plan to run. We were to die one after another. My brother being first, and making me watch. My brother got the first chance to run. The officer opened his cell and he legged it, we said we would meet up if we could. Then it was my turn. Stupidly they opened my cell straight after my brother running away, and I managed to slip away too. I was running down this really white corridor, with small gaps that I slid through to get away. Everything what white, the walls, the floor, ceiling, stairs, doors, hand rails, everything. I eventually made it to this room on the 17th floor. I looked smart and had a board meeting table in it. My brother eventually made it too, I don't know how we managed to end up in the same room. A couple of other people joined us to. but these people believed we were being monitored by the government. So no phones or technology were aloud in there. We felt safe, even with leaving the door open. What felt like hours, eventually the officers caught up. But they aren't officers anymore. It's someone who closely looks like my mum and a supervisor from work. By this time we are at the other end of the room. I am sat on the floor between a tower of pallets, and my brother is sat on the pallets next to me, facing aways from the door. I told him to not turn around, they are in the door way. And just as they were about to leave and look else where. A girl started to giggle and said "they are in here", it was my little sister. They immediately returned and saw us. We both left the room in which I called my sister a very bad word. They said how dare I speak that way about her, but I replied I don't want to die. They made us walk down all the way down to the ground floor from the 17th by using the stairs. However, the place doesn't look like it did before, it's all brown and looks like smart law offices and corridors. But I knew it was the same way I came. I managed to glide down the stairs. I held onto the beams that lead up to the hand rail, lifted my legs, and uses my hands to swing to each one as if they were monkey bars. Pushing and kicking people on my way down. Once we reached the bottom I said to the officers, "I don't want to die" but you are to hang today okay okay. fine come on then I will die. but surely I have a choice on how ... i don't want to hang, I want leathal injection I can check Well I know my rights and that's what I want. My brother chose the same way too. we were taken back to our cells and asked to order our last meal. I chose chips and eggs, my brother chose spaghetti Bolognese. But now our time has come. We and both taken down to another room. My brother is strapped down, with an audience about to watch him. Someone asked if there were any last words. So I went to the glass, and said to him, "don't worry, it will be quick. then you will only be alone for 10 mins and then I will join You. Then we can burn in he'll together. I will see you soon". Before I knew it, it was over. And now it's my turn. I was strapped down, with the needle placed in my arm. "any last words" .. I just said "animals are adorable" and closed my eyes.