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The White Mile
I can feel the walls closing in. I have never seen a more blackened darkness. A silence so deep I can hear the mice and the cockroaches running alone the ?oor. The guards come to get me and bring me to the long walk. I'm walking the White Mile and I can see the horri?ed faces of the others. I was framed, I didn't do anything wrong. The door is getting closer and closer. I try to stop in my tracks but these monsters won't let me. They keep pushing me towards that door. No matter how many times I shout that I'm innocent it makes no difference. I'm just feet away from the door now. One last chance. I stop and pivot and just as I'm about to take off running and never look back. The one person I thought was on my side grabs my arm. I can't believe it. It's my own mother. Now she's making me go towards the door. I don't understand, she said it wouldn't be this bad. She told me it would all be okay. The door is just an arms length away. I'm only ten years old so why am I being treated like a mass murderer? I hear the sadistically evil laugh coming from the doctor behind the door. I'm getting the three lethal injections or as others may call it, the flu shot.
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