Paige’s Final Nap

Paige knows this is the last time she will be smelling the dank odors around her, or seeing the dour guard who just wants to go home to have a beer. She will never feel the sun on her skin, or taste an ice cream cone. This is it. Her last breath will be in the white t-shirt, jeans and knee high boots that she was ordered to wear. Why couldn’t she just have scrubs instead of this mockery of a normal woman’s attire?

Scott, the guard, forces her to lie down on the gurney and straps her down. It is not like she would get out anyways with the crowd of people watching her on the monitors. This is it and she lightly sobs for her fate. Her face shows a combination of sadness and fear although that won’t get her out of this mess.The guard reads her warrant and asks if she has any last words. She may as well have a gag in her and turns her head away, indicating that she has nothing to say. It is official now and the pump is turned on. Chemicals swarm into her bloodstream trying to displace her soul. Numbness starts in her arm and spreads to the other one. She is not paralyzed and able to squirm and moan in response to the physical and mental anguish.  Her lungs finally get served the potion and she can no longer breathe. Small squirms indicate that she is holding on, till she becomes too weak. 

The heart rate monitor slows and then stops with a constant tone. Now it is over.