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choking my body. “I said GET UP.” Harder, faster, stronger,
another boot in my gut. I can’t even cry out.
Get up, Juliette. Get up. If you don’t, they’ll shoot Adam.
I heave myself up to my knees and fall back on the wall
behind me, stumbling forward to catch my balance. Lifting
my hands is more torture than I knew I could endure. My
organs are dead, my bones are cracked, my skin is a sieve,
punctured by pins and needles of pain. They’ve finally come
to kill me.
That’s why they put Adam in my cell.
Because I’m leaving. Adam is here because I’m leaving,
because they forgot to kill me on time, because my
moments are over, because my 17 years were too many for
this world. They’re going to kill me.
I always wondered how it would happen. I wonder if this
will make my parents happy.
Someone is laughing. “Well aren’t you a little shit?”
I don’t even know if they’re talking to me. I can hardly
focus on keeping my arms upright.
“She’s not even crying,” someone adds. “The girls are
usually begging for mercy by now.”
The walls are beginning to bleed into the ceiling. I wonder
how long I can hold my breath. I can’t distinguish words I
can’t understand the sounds I’m hearing the blood is
rushing through my head and my lips are 2 blocks of
concrete I can’t crack open. There’s a gun in my back and
I’m tripping forward. The floors are falling up. My feet are
dragging in a direction I can’t decipher.
I hope they kill me soon.