Narrative-Sacrifice

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I am standing in the courthouse. The sentence has been passed, now there is only one thing left to do. The press is standing behind me, yelling at me to answer their stupid questions, but I do not turn around. They are wolves, I think to myself. The man who has sentenced me is standing in front of me, his gavel traded in for a Bible. As I stand before him, he checks his watch and gives me a look of pure hatred. I try to feel anything for the man who has passed my death sentence. Hate, spite, anger, but I can’t,because I know that his ruling is fair and that the jury was honest. Suddenly, the courthouse door flies open and she walks in, her lace white dress shining through the windows in the courthouse. She looks like a model out of a bride catalogue, her veil falling to her shoulders. She is beautiful. I look …show more content…

Then the judge turns to Jamie. “Do you take Logan Baker to be your husband, for the time that he has left on Earth?” he asks. I can’t help but notice the contempt in his voice as he says my name. “Yes,” she says. Then he turns to me. I try to hear the question, but the only sound I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. Then, I realize that everyone is staring at me. “Yes,” I say and kiss her. The kiss seems to last forever. Suddenly, I feel rough hands on me, pulling me away from her. Jamie screams and falls to the floor. I look over and see the family of my best friend. His mother has on a black dress and is standing up staring at me with venom. She is on her feet, clapping. The last sight I see as I’m getting dragged to my deathbed is Jamie, crying on the floor, her mascara running onto her now pale cheeks. Suddenly, I hear a bang. The whole courthouse goes quiet. Standing at the door is a ghost that has haunted my dreams for the past two years. When I see his face, everything about that night comes rushing back to me: the bridge, the gunshot. . . . It is my best friend, and he is

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