Literature
Thief
I never wanted this. Never expected to be caught, tried, and condemned to death in the most painful way imaginable. Currently, I was hunched in a corner in my cell, waiting for that final call. Outside I could dimly hear a mob cry "Crucify him, crucify him!" What was wrong with them? Why couldn't they just let me sit hear in my own misery for awhile? Instead of heeding my silent commands, however, they only grew louder in volume. I sighed. Soon all would be quiet, wouldn't it? Silence would take me and I wouldn't have to worry about such things. Perhaps, then, I could stand this noise for a little while longer.
It seemed like many hours befo