The Dismissal 2

Published: Saturday, 11 March 2017 Written by Kande Charles

The Dismissal

The day had finally arrived. The strangely familiar smell of the cold, wet concrete which held me captive for three whole months is one that I will never forget. As the officers came to retrieve me from my holding cell, I felt a chill pass through the tiny, pin like strands of hair which stood on my head as it was shaved the day before. As I walked through the lonely, dark walls of the Falcon Penitentiary, being guided to the Execution Room, the sound of the shackles which bound my hands and feet took me back to the Christmas Nights with my family and the sound of the sleigh bells in Old Christmas movies. The officers sat me down on the chair and strapped me so tight that I could feel my premature death get closer and closer. I thought of the thousands of volts of electricity that would rush through my body in a matter of seconds; hoping that the truth would miraculously come out. I thought I had finally come to terms with my death, but I had not. Adrenaline rushed through my body as I broke free of my bondage and headed to an unknown destination. I managed to knock an officer down. The room became more tense and I had not gotten very far before I was recaptured and restrained. They wasted no time, and in a matter of seconds I was electrocuted. As I felt the last breath of air leave my body, my mind raced back to the times with my family, and how I ended up on my death chair.
Three months ago, it was a Wednesday night I remember clearly. It was a matter of being in the right place and the wrong time. My family was going through a rough financial patch. I had decided that taking up an extra job would help paying the bill and improving our standard of life. About two or three weeks prior to that Dreadful Wednesday, my boss approached me.
“I have a proposal for you, one you cannot refuse,” he said.
That day, stepping into his office rather than going out for lunch would be my biggest, most regrettable decision yet. It was a set up. To murder a man that was already dead. Police and the press were already there, waiting for the spectacle. As I was the only other their at the time and there was photographic evidence.
I was prosecuted. There really was nothing that could be done as all fingers and evidence was pointed at me. I was then sentenced and put on death row.
Now face to face with death, I think of the corruption of the system. I prayed that someday, anybody would suffer from a crisis of conscience and expose the corruption. As I began to feel myself frying from the inside out, I remembered the Sunday BBQs I would have with my family. Being warmed with the sound of my childrens laughter and chatter of friends. As I took my last breath; I Became aware, aware that corruption had won. The liars and crooks had gotten away with their schemes. I realised that it will continue to happen long after I am gone. And finally, with the acceptance of what had happened and as I took my last breath, it became very clear that I had died in vain.

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