Moving in and out of consciousness, I could barely keep my eyes open to see where my next steps would be and to what dreadful place it would take me to without my consent. I blink once...twice...then thrice. I try to gather up my remaining strength to walk onto the wooden platform ahead of me without toppling over to the side. The fact that I could still stand after all that torture surprises me, but I already knew this body won't last long. Just then, my knees gave way and met the sharp wood with a slight 'thud.'
I stared at the blood that was slowly covering the wood. My blood, that is. I didn't mind; not at all did I mind. I actually liked the sensation of feeling such a cold crimson against my skin; it made me feel dead. However, it was a different feeling from the kisses the metal cuffs gave my wrists. I could feel the glares the crowd was giving me without even looking up and hear their shouts and such "great" use of words.
I closed my eyes to the world and shut everything out. It were as if the sand man had come to visit me early. He soon left my mind, though, because it was now filled with thoughts and dreams—yes, dreams—of Death—my savior—and his awaiting arms that were outstretched to me and me only. It were as if he were telling he'd take me away from this cruel, twisted world, like he were Peter Pan taking me to Neverland. All I could imagine after that were the smiles that would be etched on my face here on after. He made me feel as though I was still a child, happy and carefree. Oh, how I could not wait to meet that scythe of his.
Just then, I could hear all the screams and hollers telling me to live. It made my eyes open instantly and looked around, searching for who knows what within the crowd. I spotted my little brother crying his eyes out while trying to get past the guards. Before I knew it, tears had drenched my face and "I want to live" came out my mouth. It was too late, though. Just before the executioner sent my head flying, I could only deliver these words: I'm so sorry, but please don't visit me. A last sole tear ran down my left cheek. Good-bye, this dreadful reality of a dream. Even in my last breath, a smile played upon my lips.
Okay, so I wrote this a few weeks ago for a pre-writing test in my language arts class. She didn't let me take it home, so I'm writing the rest of this in school. I had to copy most of the essay onto another sheet of paper and take it home to type. Lol. It took so long. Anyways, the topic was to write an essay on something, I forgot, and I chose the young man facing the executioner. I thought of Ace and actually started crying. This is for Ace and Luffy. I changed a whole lot of things, though. I'm really surprised that it only went to about 434 words in total for my essay. I thought I wrote a lot... I do not own One Piece. I do not own anything except my OC and story/stories. (I put OC, anyway, even though there were no OC in here.)