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Chapter 14:

The sixty seventh day Beca spent in death row, she opened her eyes after having been sleeping on her uncomfortable bed in the small, cold, dark room where she passed twenty three hours every day, with the exception of the hour they let her go to the prison's gardens, or if it was visitation day, the forty five minutes of half freedom she got to sit on one side of a transparent wall and see Chloe, or sometimes other friends or family, or her lawyer, in the other side, and talk to them a bit, even though she was only allowed to have visitation day every two weeks, because everybody thought she was a monster, who didn't deserve one bit of compassion, empathy, kindness or politeness.

William Beale was a very, very good lawyer and he had saved clients from trickier situations, but anything he had done for Beca –and that had been a lot, and he was still doing stuff- seemed to work one bit. Beca was sent to death row in a top security prison for women without further thought, and she counted every day there thanks to the hour she got out of her cell daily, because if it wasn't for that, she wouldn't know if it was day or night. Chloe made sure of tell her a very resumed group of news when they saw each other, so Beca knew she had been expelled from Barden and that the only people who believed she was innocent was Beca's, Chloe's, Aubrey's and Jesse's families, and the Bellas, Benji –Jesse's best male friend and a good friend of Beca-, and some of their family members. She knew people from Maine, people she knew, or neighbors, hated her now, and that tons of hate mail about her came to her family or to the Bellas' house every week. The Bellas even were asked to expel Beca from their group, but they declined it saying that if Beca was about to die, then death would be the one to pull her away from them.

After a first week in and out of prison, presenting pleas and appeals, she was told she was going to prison for one hundred and eighty five days, and that the only way she was getting out was to die, and she wasn't even going out for that. Not only her sentence wasn't decreased, but now it was more than half a year of prison, and after the first nine weeks she already felt like she was going crazy and dying inside.

"One day more" she whispered, trying to warm up her voice because it was visitation day and she felt always surprised by her voice because she only heard it around every two weeks, she barely talked for anything else. At first, she thanked the person that opened a tiny crack in the lowest part of her door to give her a plate of food, but now she didn't anymore. She tried to be a nice person, the nicest, most friendly inmate, to try make them realize they were making a mistake, but that only made her be beaten the crap out of her after one of the inmates got angry for it. A cop had also threatened to kick her butt if she kept trying to make a cop help her escape prison right after she had been beaten up by the inmate, and this cop said this while pressing her back against a wall and pulling her from the neck of her orange pajamas, right before sending her back to her cell and punishing her without visiting that week. That had happened around three weeks after entering prison. She had also discovered food was crap and it was better not to eat it, but because it only came once every day, she tried to save what seemed better, and the rest she threw it down the toilet so the cops thought she was being a good inmate eating everything and kept giving her food. They wouldn't allow Chloe to bring her a single thing.

She looked around her cell, that she had memorized. It was mostly dark, gray, and there were some spiders here and there, one of them had bitten her once and she got a warm, reddish arm for a week, but asking for help was worthless, because cops said if she got to die before her day, she could consider herself lucky, less days to spend there, but Chloe was her ray of sunshine and even when Beca felt she couldn't stand a day more, Chloe still got her hopes up every time because, as she said, every new hour was a new possibility of finding something to help her. In front of her bed, was a dirty toilet and a sink, and then in one side was a tiny, tiny, tiny window over the tallest part of the wall, so she could never see through it, and the window was basically a whole in the wall with some iron bars, so if it was cold, Beca knew, and she only had one sheet and nothing else, and her pajama was short sleeved, only having a long white t-shirt underneath. On the other extreme of her bed was the door. Beca got one shower per week, and sometimes she got to have books. The hysteric crying phase was gone and now she was too tired for it, since she couldn't sleep well one single time, and she had some ugly cold despite being June. Chloe and Aubrey would graduate soon and Beca would miss it, after having been planning to be there for weeks. Sometimes Chloe talked to her about the dresses, or insinuated she wouldn't go but then Beca dissuaded it begging her to forget about her and have fun for one night, and their first weeks as girlfriends were spent apart, with Beca in prison, although sometimes Chloe told her they had just made a month or two together. And then Beca told her not to count it like if it was a bad thing, like her days in prison.

"How is that cold going?" Chloe, beautiful as always, although lately she had bags under her eyes and her eyes were spiritless even if they shinned a bit when they saw Beca, was sitting in front of her, one hand keeping the phone they used to communicate against her ear, and the other on the plastic or glass front that was between them, but she made sure her hand was somehow over Beca's dirty one.

"Well, the voice rest helps a bit, like Aubrey said it would" Beca's hoarse voice said "How's your clavicle?"

"Much better" Chloe managed a little smile.

"So, you're graduating in three Fridays, right?" Chloe nodded "Are you wearing the dark blue dress?"

"Yes" Chloe nodded.

"Good. It goes with your eyes" Beca curved her lips into a tiny smile "I'm still not going right?"

"No" Chloe stared at their hands "My dad hasn't spend a day without thinking about ways to get you out of here though."

"But still no luck."

"No luck" Chloe shrugged "Well at least you're alive, that's something. And isn't being lonely good for your Aspergers?" she tried so hard to get a positive thing it almost hurt.

"Chloe…" Beca knew Chloe knew what she said could be interpreted in a thousand bad ways, and saw Chloe bit her lip and try hard not to sob "You have to accept that maybe this is it. I haven't been here not even half my sentence, and I've already been beaten up, bitten by a spider, and gotten a bad cold. I may not even make it to half my sentence, most of the people here don't. Yesterday, another women in death row suicide, two weeks ago, one died from some illness she got. And nobody here cares. Your dad did the best he could, he's an amazing man, so just tell him to rest a bit. It's okay."

"It's not okay Beca" Chloe's broken voice said with frustration "You did nothing wrong, and people treat you worse than terribly, and say horrible things about you, and you get sick and abused and you've already had a life rough enough and it's not fair!"

"Chlo, babe… I know, okay? I know. But we already did all we could, and it'll be easier if we try to just…"

"Accept it? That's not going to happen."

Beca nodded and removed the hand from the glass as the coughed strongly, to cover her hand, for just some seconds.

"Oh, Beca, you're so sick…"

"I feel like real trash Chlo, to be honest" Beca murmured "Maybe if I get sick enough they'll take me to the hospital and we'll gain time because that doesn't count as sentence time. And I'll get a warm bed for a change…" she added with a glimpse of optimism.

"When you get out of here" Chloe said "I'm taking you on a trip far away from here, and I'm gonna take care of you, and bring you back to full health and happiness again, until all of this becomes a blur. And I'll make chocolate cookies, and bring you breakfast to bed, pancakes, and I'll give you back rubs and everything." Chloe said with watery eyes and a grin, and Beca grinned back despite how bad she felt.

"If I was out of here" Beca said "I would take you on more dates, and give you flowers and mixes, and I'd sing you to sleep and bring breakfast to your bed, and I'd massage your feet, and I'd tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you every single day, several times."

They stared sadly at each other for awhile.

"Promise me you'll come home" Chloe said "you won't leave me."

"I promise" she pointed briefly to Chloe "How come you're alone?" Chloe was always accompanied with Jesse, Aubrey, and Beca's parents, or at least some of them "Anyone wanted to see me?"

"They are all dying to see you Beca. But I had to force Aubrey to stay because she has a huge exam tomorrow morning and if she doesn't pass, she won't graduate, and Jesse got a bad flu and is been having a huge fever, he wanted to come with it all, but we said no. And as for your parents… they asked me to come alone, they said maybe you'd like to have some time alone with me for a change, so the others also thought about that and didn't come either."

"Those are poor excuses for my parents" Beca sighed "I mean I love having you here, but I haven't seen my family in two weeks. I've only seen inmates and cops, this is the first time I even speak in two weeks… I miss them."

"I know. I guess it just hurts too much for them to see you here."

"And it doesn't hurt you then? For God sakes Chloe, it doesn't hurt me then?"

"Beca" Chloe stared at her "I know. I'll make them come next time no matter what, okay?"

"Okay. But don't let anybody, and that includes yourself, fail the year. And tell Jesse I'll think about him, and to get well soon. Tell them I love them, okay?"

"I will" Chloe nodded "Almost forgot, I brought something… I know I cannot give it to you, but something is something." She put a hand on her purse and got a tiny helicopter out, putting it as close as possible to Beca's hand.

"You still have it" Beca smiled surprised "My grandpa's helicopter."

"I would never lose it" Chloe said "It's always on my bedside table. Sometimes I dream with coming here in a helicopter and get you out."

"I wish" Beca said.

"Think about him, They won't let you die like this. They can't."

"They are dead, Chlo."

"I know" Chloe smiled. They sat in silence for a while, and then Chloe started singing in a bare whisper, but it made Beca smile as she got her face as close to Chloe's as possible "This one's for the lonely, the ones that seek and find, only to be let down time after time. This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall, come on friends, get up now, you're not alone at all. Oh… oh… And this part was for her. And this part was for her… This part was for her. Does she remember?" Beca smiled a bit and joined her even with her raspy voice "It comes and goes in waves… This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised, they're only where they are now regardless of their fight. This one's for believing if only for its sake, come on friends get up now love is to be made… oh… oh…" then a cop told them to shut up and they did abruptly but with tiny smiles on their faces "You're the bravest, strongest person I know. You can do this Beca."

"I don't know how much more I can stand Chloe" Beca whispered "Even the deepest glasses overflow."

"I know. Just hold on another two weeks, and little by little, it'll be over."

"I'll be dead."

"I won't let that happen" Chloe argued.

"Don't do anything crazy. Don't join me here."

"It wouldn't be as bad idea."

"Chloe…"

"Okay." Chloe smiled, and a cop came behind Beca.

"Mitchell, say goodbye to ginger" he said rudely. Beca looked at the clock in the wall.

"But there are five minutes left!" she argued hoarsely.

"Beca, it's okay. We'll have forever to make up for all the lost time. It'll be worthwhile." Chloe smiled trying to give Beca strength. They both stood up staring intently at each other as the cop rudely put Beca's hands back to handcuff them "Keep taking care, and your wrists clean. Sleep as curled as possible to protect from the cold, don't eat anything that looks bad, keep your throat hydrated, and your mind clear."

"I know" Beca nodded "Tell them I love them. Chlo, I love you. I need to come back, I have stuff to do."

"I'll get you out no matter what."

"Chloe!" Beca stopped the guard from taking her and turned around to look at Chloe one last time "I may be just a child, but when I get out of here, I'm proposing you!"

Chloe giggled.

"You are a kid!" Chloe yelled back "but I'll say yes!" Beca put a huge grin on her face, and disappeared behind a wall.

Two weeks later, Beca talked nonstop, much more positive and optimist even if the news were still bad, but she told Chloe how she had been planning their wedding, and their life together, and how their kids would look, and Chloe saw even if Beca had had it rough to get used to this new routine after losing her own, her Aspergers going crazy for the first month until Beca got some control over it again, now the brunette could cling to their future wedding, to their future life, even if it was very desperate, and Chloe grinned the whole time hearing the enthusiasm that hoarse voice was carrying. Another two weeks after that, Beca's throat was much worse, but Aubrey, Jesse, Chloe, Benjamin Mitchell, William Beale, and Beca's mother, along with a couple other Bellas came, and even if Beca had no voice at all, she heard them talk about the Graduation, the dresses, how drunk some got, how much they danced, and everything. And Beca listened attentively, and grinned happily a few times. However, another two weeks after, when Chloe, Beca's parents, Jesse and Aubrey came, they found a very pale Beca that, with the little voice that she had recovered, explained them she ate something bad and had been throwing up constantly for two days, and just started feeling somehow better that day. After that, Beca's family and friends reported the prison's poor conditions and the horrible way they were treating her –William put some laws he found in the face of some important people- and Beca got to have visitation day weekly and some better food, even if it was just because the governor wanted her to die when the sentence said so. But that made all of them pretty happier, although it lasted maybe a month and a half. Then, they could only see Beca weekly barely trying to survive, to stay optimistic, to stay happy, even if she missed her own birthday. By then, she had less than a month to live, and a very tired, very depressed Beca, received her parents, Chloe, Jesse, Aubrey, her lawyer and some of the Bellas, two days after her birthday when visitation day came, and this time they got the cops to let them a room and one hour and a half of time, even if there were another four cops there, and when they got to, through tears, hug the much thinner, much weaker, and much paler, Beca, they all cried a lot for some time. It was the only hug the cops let them have, though, but for Beca was a hell of a birthday present, that and the kiss Chloe gave her. Beca even got to play with her grandpa's helicopter like a child, and resolve a Sudoku, while everyone told them about how everything was going and stuff.

"Is there any way I'm not dying in two weeks and a half?" Beca asked after some time.

"We're still fighting" William Beale replied.

"Will, we've been since March. I've been here since March and I don't even know how I haven't completely lost my mind. Your attempts to get me out of here have only failed time after time, and you're a hell of a lawyer, but the governor wants me dead so..." she shrugged "Maybe it's time to say I left my entire will and testament in my laptop."

"We have a tiny something we think will work in time" Benjamin intervened "but we can't tell you anything yet, because people are watching."

"But if it works, they'll have to declare you innocent" Chloe stated. Beca nodded slowly.

"And if it doesn't, I get a lethal injection for free. Mom, please don't cry" Beca added seeing her mother's eyes.

"How can you talk like that?" her mother whispered.

"Mom, I'm too angry to figure out how to talk. I'm about to die for not killing someone now I wish I killed, the murderer could've killed you already, and there's nothing I can do about anything, but stay here and be a good girl. You have no idea how awful, disgustingly horrible and traumatic my nineteen years of life have been, how many times I just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up and now, for one time I am so happy I go smiling down the street, I'm gonna be killed! So excuse me if I don't care about how I talk anymore" Beca whispered angrily and fast.

A week before her death, Beca was laying on her bed. Her last visit before her death had just concluded, and they had finally accepted she was dying, and said their goodbyes. And cried, even if they could just look at each other from sides of the glass. And not caring about what police came, everyone came. Now she was emotionally drained, and physically drained. Six months of barely sleeping, sleeping horribly every time she did, nightmares, being beaten, having colds despite being summer, having stomach bugs, six months had ended her. Her Aspergers didn't even have a chance to drive her crazy because her social life was never so bad, and she couldn't even swear she hadn't gone mental. She talked to herself a lot, and that helped a bit, she read as much as possible, she sang if she could remember a song, she tried to keep her brain working normal. A month ago, a cop started coming at night, and forced her, time after time, every night, but Beca didn't dare to tell anyone. She was going to die anyway. Inmates still hurt her from time to time, but even though they saw the bruises, neither Chloe or anyone got her anymore privileges. From her family, everyone except her parents and Sheila had calumniated her, talked horribly about her with the press, like many people from her class had done too. Everyone in the world was convinced she had done something that was more horribly told every time, because people even invented parts of it.

Jesse had started second year, like the other Bellas and Benji. Aubrey got into the Med School that was in Atlanta, she also got into the one in NYC, but she chose to stay. Chloe was working half time in a photography studio as an auxiliary, and she went to some classes of painting three times per week. And now, as Beca fixed her eyes on Chloe, both of them too sad, too drained, to cry, with only a window separating them, Beca sank in that ocean thinking that everyone would go on without her. That things would be better one day. But that she had to die.

"I'm just a kid. I'm a good person. I never broke the law. I never killed a single living being." She stated when she was told she had a right for last words "Today an innocent kid will be murdered… and you'll have a true killer out there to be afraid of."

And even if she had been calm, serious, quiet, all time, defeated and resigned to her destiny, when she was forced into a stretcher and tied to it, the survival instinct kicked in at the same time the unfairness of the situation did, and she started offering so much resistance, and screams, and crying, they needed six police officers to get her into a bed and put an IV in each arm.

She knew how it worked. The first shoot was sodium thiopental, and would basically make her lose consciousness in less than a minute. The second was pancuronium bromide, and it would paralyze her lungs and diaphragm. The third, was potassium chloride, and it would stop her heart. Of course, they would give her several shoots of each, and if the first poison didn't affect her as much, she would be in agony until her death.

She could hear cries, and didn't know if they were hers, somebody else's, or both. Beca laid restrained on the bed, watching helplessly how they connected her to a monitor to see her heartbeats, and she watched helplessly, between sobs, how the first shoot came into her body. She felt herself relax powerlessly, and her eyes closed. She thought that was it, her vision was blurry, her eyelids were falling, darkness was coming… but she didn't felt unconscious or dead. And then the most agonizing pain was felt everywhere in her body, but she couldn't scream, or cry, or do anything at all, and her eyes wouldn't open.

Then, just like that, she felt nothing.

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