Experiencing Death
The light blinded my sight, but I was aware of my surroundings I had been waiting for this moment for 30 years. I knew that the hardened faces were watching as they injected the first drug into my body. Sodium thiopental. The eyes of Sheriff Henderson, the little family I had left, and volunteers were staring. Their faces would be the last thing I saw, along with these stupid lights.
The lights went out, and now unconscious, I lay there stiff. I no longer make eye contact with the disappointed, nor relieved people that sit around my soon-to-be-dead body. Pancuronium bromide. My muscles relaxed, and I was strapped down, motionless.
Death would reach my body in seconds after the third drug was released into my system. Potassium chloride. My heart suddenly stops, keeping oxygen-rich blood from ever reaching any of my vital organs ever again. Death.
It felt different from what you would think. Instead of life turning white and cold, I was reliving my best moments and I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from me. Was it bad to love this feeling? To let all my problems go, have them turn into nothing except twisted assumptions and "understandings." I might be dead but I'm happy now.
