This is a very short story, okay? VERY short. This is my first shot at this fandom, so please, don't hurt me!!
I feel the rope tying my hands together; my heart misses a couple of beats as I step onto the suspended wooden floor. I look around, paparazzi and reporters looking up at me. They don't know my real name, they don't care about me they'll only know me by one name:
The first woman to get executed.
That's all anyone seems to care about here in Chicago, publicity. They didn't give me the time of day to listen to my pleas for mercy, God, do they actually have evidence? I didn't do anything, yet here I am, taking my last breaths staring at wondrous faces, but I know they're not here to pray that I rest in peace, heck no. They're just here because they wanna make sure they get the best pictures for tomorrows newspapers, yeah that's all they want.
No, they won't let me say goodbye to my family, no way. Speaking of which, where are my family? They're probably oblivious of what's going on.
I bow my head as they tie the rope round my neck, I flinch as I sense the friction when they pull it tight. I take one more step onto the floor that could be opened at any moment. I look down at the small crowd with teary eyes filled with terror; I swallowed the lump that seemed to have been stuck in my neck.
Then suddenly, in a flash the platform below me is removed, nothing to keep me from falling, I feel myself dropping toward the floor when suddenly I stop, a pulling pain on my neck, it's all too clear, I die with only one thing going through my mind:
Not guilty
Read and Review please!