If I knew this was going to happen, I would brake up with her sooner. I would run away and leave her for good. But she dragged me into this, and now I’m on this train, riding to my own death.

“So, what did you do?” The guy sitting next to me asked. He was big and bulky but the glow in his eyes told me he wasn’t a bad person. The train rattled a couple of times before he spoke again. “I’ll be honest, you look too skinny and frightened to have done a crime. So I’m asking, what did you do?”

“I am-“ I gripped my shirt in my sweaty palms. “I’m innocent.”

“Then why are you here?”

“It’s not my fault…I’m innocent.”

He looked at me in confusion. “Well, whatever you say. But before you get executed -and if you really are innocent- I suggest you state that you’re not guilty to them. Unless you want your head chopped off your shoulders.”

“Yeah…” I swallowed the knot in my throat in fear.