May Your Soul Rest in Peace
That was the last thing I heard before I died...
I find myself staring at my own corpse—my body slumped in the electric chair, a bag over my head, smoke and steam rising from it, twitching occasionally.
As I watch, I feel nothing.
Nothing.
Maybe relief. Relief that I can finally rest. This life has been too heavy, and this... this takes a huge weight off my shoulders. I feel liberated, freed from invisible chains I had always carried—chains that are now shattered. Nothing binds me anymore. I feel at peace... or at least, I think I do.
Today, 10/29/2024, at 27 years old, I have died.
I have served my sentence—my death sentence.
Some time ago...
I sit, strapped down—belts binding my limbs, my waist, my torso...
Around me, there is a guard, a priest, and an executioner.
The guard is simply overseeing everything, pacing around. The priest is blessing my soul. And the executioner, his face concealed by a mask, stands near the lever of death.
I have been convicted of first-degree homicide with aggravating circumstances. Basically, murder and torture.
What can I say...? That son of a bitch deserved it.
I regret nothing.
Looking back, I can still see my little girl's smile. A rainy day, strong winds... that's when my nightmare began.
"Do you have any last words?"
The guard asks, looking at me.
His voice pulls me from my thoughts. I meet his gaze but say nothing. I have nothing to say.
Seeing my silence, the guard turns toward the back of the room, where a group of well-dressed people in suits stand behind a one-way mirror.
They are the witnesses, here to watch me die—about ten of them, maybe more. There's even a doctor among them, distinguishable by his white coat.
Could you at least pretend to care?
I think to myself, frowning.
I can see some of them smirking from time to time. And in all their eyes, I recognize an emotion that's hard to describe—like a child's first time at an amusement park. They're excited. What can I say? It's not every day you get to watch someone die, but...
These bastards...
As my face contorts in disgust, the guard places a black cloth over my head, tying it around my neck. Suddenly, everything goes dark. I can only make out a faint glow from the overhead lights.
My breathing grows heavy. The air feels dense. I feel something being placed on my legs and head. It's cold—but I don't need to see it to know what it is.
They check the straps one last time...
May your soul rest in peace.
I hear the priest say, his footsteps fading as he leaves. That phrase echoes in my mind, over and over...
"In accordance with the court's ruling, by the authority of the state, the execution will proceed."
Lost in my thoughts, the guard's cold voice snaps me back to reality.
And then, I hear it—the lever being pulled.
A generator hums to life, the sound growing louder and louder...
I tense up. Every muscle in my body tightens, contracts—but I can't move. No matter how hard I try, I can't move. I grit my teeth. I'm nervous—so nervous. My breathing quickens, my heart is racing.
The sound grows louder...
I was ready. I was prepared. Or so I thought. But in the moment of truth, reality is different...
Louder...
I don't want to die. I really don't...
LOUDER!
This is so fucking unfair. I clench my teeth so hard I taste blood. My body tenses to its limit.
The sound cuts off.
Shit, this is really...
Before I can finish my thought, an indescribable pain floods my body.
In an instant, my entire being is engulfed in fire. I feel my skin burn—every inch of it, from my toes to my head. My skull feels like it's about to explode. And before I even realize it...
I'm standing outside my own body.
Watching as it convulses violently, tearing against the restraints in a futile attempt to break free.
The process lasts only seconds, but my body has already stopped moving—except for the occasional twitch. My skin, now a charred black, releases smoke and steam. One of my arms is bent at an unnatural angle, my elbow completely dislocated, leaving behind a grotesque sight.
The room's door opens, and the guard and doctor step inside, both wearing masks.
As I watch them, a blinding light floods my vision.
And in an instant—I see nothing.
Only darkness.
Everything around me is darkness. I can't even see my own hands. I can't breathe. I don't know if I'm moving...
I can't feel my body.
I've lost all sensation. I feel absolutely nothing. And yet—I am conscious. Completely aware. My mind has never been so clear.
As I stare into the abyss, a deep, primal fear creeps over me.
And one question echoes in my mind...
Is this death?