the last moment

One day, I would not feel different.
I hope I will feel like everybody, and I will know that by feeling like everybody .
I hope this day is close, because I can't keep going like this.
I don't have a family, money or good life.
My life is bad, really bad, and I don't want to live them anymore.
I'm not so sure that someone will be sorry that I will be dead.
It's time to end this, good luck to the living, be successful and happy.
Now, is the last time I can say, or to write anything.
I think I did something bad, because that's what people tell me.

Good bye everybody, and good luck.

"Did you finish?" the man asked. He held knife in his hand.
I looked up, tears in my eyes.
"Yes" I whispered.
"Stand!" he ordered.
I stood up.
He turned me around and tided my hands.
"Are you ready?" he asked without waiting for answer.
I nodded.
"Come on! Come on!" He said while he was pushing me out of the cage.

I'm going to die because I'm a thief. It's wasn't my choice. I didn't have money so I had to steal.
But, the king wants a perfect kingdom, so I have to die.

We went out, to the light.
Hundreds of people stood and yelled.
"Die! Die! Die!"
I couldn't do anything, just to hear and to shut up.

The man behind me took me to the Stage.
The Guillotine was big and tall. The knife glinted in the sun light.
I came closer and put my had in the hole.

The people's yelleds becae louder.
"DIE!! DIE!! DIE!!"

I looked to the crowd.
A little boy looked to my eyes. He was scared and serious.
He had beautiful Brown eyes.
A tear trickled down his face.

It was the last thing I saw in my life.