The screaming around me was deafening. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, a voice was whispering that this wasn't real. I wanted to hold onto that thought. I wanted to believe that this was all some kind of joke. Any minute, the cameraman would jump out of the bushes, exclaiming this was just for entertainment purposes, that they had been filming the whole ordeal. However, the pain in my wrists, which were bound tightly behind my back, was a painful reminder of the truth. The sting of where they had hit me, the blood that was soaking through the back of my shirt, confirmed beyond any doubt that my hopes were all in vain. This wasn't a joke. This was real.
I tried not to focus on the screams of the people around me, tried to block out all of it. The screams, the insults, but most of all, I tried to block out what they were pulling me towards.
My breath hitched in my throat. Salty tears streamed down my face. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure everyone around me could hear its frantic speed. I clenched my eyes shut at the first sight of what was at the centre of the square I was being led to.
On second thought, I reopened them, looking up, instead, towards the blue sky above, watching the clouds drift by. Such a beautiful day to die. Another tear escaped, slowly making its way down my cheek and dripping down on the ground. If there is any god out there, any powerful being who holds sway over my faith, then please let them look upon me with mercy. Let them take pity and take me from this place. Back to where I belong.
A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I was immediately taken back to the harsh reality. No one was going to save me. No one ever has. No one ever will. I can take care of myself. And so I will. I clenched my hands to fists and focused my attention to the structure in front of me. This will not be my death.
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