1944
Suddenly I awoke to a strange noise cirling around the room. When I felt the tight clasp of my arms, waist and feet, a muzzled mouth, my eyes were blindfolded and my motion is limited.
I don't know how I got here. There was a lot going in my mind. I wish everything was a dream but everything felt real. I was a retired veteran in my country and I saw a lot of scene like this, criminals on the death row.
I feel the sweat dripping all over my body for the lack of ventilation around the room. I'm in an isolation, and I was terrified. I tried to break the clutches of my hands but I failed to do so. A few seconds later, I began to hear muffled footsteps approaching from the outside of the room. I heard the metal door opened and more footsteps as it approaches my direction.
He was directly in front my face as I heard his slow warm breath. He gradually removed my blindfold and I saw him. He was wearing an army uniform, he is somehow familiar. I don't know where or when I saw him but I'm definitely sure that I knew him.
"This is the day, my friend. The day you will be freed from the pain and suffering." I know I already heard those lines. And I knew what was gonna happen. He lighted a cigarette and start puffing and releasing smoke.
I am bound on an electric chair. I know I will be tortured before they finally execute me. I looked at him straight in the eye as I was trying to remember where I saw this scenario.
He turned off his cigarette scorching my right hand. I screamed in pain.
"Let's play a little game before you bid goodbye to this cruel world, eh?" He said and brought out a box of tools. My eyes widened as he pointed a knife in my crotch. I hardly wished it was just a bad dream as he slided the knife in. I groaned in pain and my body started shaking, my body started to feel weak. He removed the muzzle in my mouth and began showing a sharp cutter. He approached my face once again as I spitted at his face and that only made him furious.
"Motherfucker!" I shouted. He held my jaws tightly. He laughed as he pulled out my teeth trying to get into my tongue.
I spitted blood unto his face. He wiped it with his hands and slapped me hard with that same hand. Another man came in wearing the same uniform. Not a second and he switched up the electricty in my chair that is up to 2000 volts. My body's just waiting to be electrocuted. This memory suddenly strucked. The man in front of me is me 46 years ago.
I blinked and suddenly I'm in the same room. I saw myself in a soldier's unform.
And there was a black kid sitting in an electric chair, crying. Begging for help. He was familiar. I saw him in an article on the internet. He was 14, wrongly accused of killing two young women aged 7 and 11. And I am sharing the same room with him.
He looked me straight in the eye furiously while tears falling down on his cheeks. I know there's a lot going on his mind. I stepped backwards slowly as I realized that I turned the switch on. In less than two seconds, he's dead but his eyes was wide open.
1990
Present
I woke up in my room gasping for air. I had a heavy breathing. It's all just a dream. What a nightmare, I said to myself. I get out of my bed and went to the bathroom. And I was horrified to what I saw in the mirror. There's blood all over my mouth. My teeth was bust out and my tongue was cut.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" It was real. I went out of the bathroom. And there he is, the kid. He is standing beside my bedroom. Staring at me, his body was burned just like the last time I saw him. Smoke evaporates through his body.
I frozed. He slowly walks towards me.
"You know I'm not the one who killed those poor white girls. And you know who it really is," and all of a sudden he was riding at my back.
"It's you, you killed them!" I lost control on my feet as his weight got heavier for every second he was at my back.
I was terrified.
"What do you want?!" I shouted crying.
"I want you to open the case and confess that you murdered them," he whispered and pointed at my door. Two girls entered the room. It was them, the victims.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me." I bowed down in front of them.
"I will, I will confess for my sins, just please don't kill me," I begged.
And I woke up. Gasping for air, coughing. I looked in the mirror again. It was all just a dream. But something tells me it was real.
After that, I opened the case and surrendered myself. Weeks passed, I saw them again in my dream. Smiling, they're finally free. And I'm finally freed my conscience of hiding this secret.
END.
DISCLAIMER:This is just a fiction. But includes reality elements.
