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.