"Hey! What'm I being called here for?!" Jane cried out as she was dragged into the police station.
Just then another detainee was dragged out.
"I know you! You're that bastard that-" Jane yelled out and was cut short by the man in blue.
"-she shouted, hang her tomorrow."
"What?! What'd I do?" Jane raised her voice again, panic rising in her throat.
"What did you do? You shouted! In a police station!" The man glared at her and stormed off.
She was back home, her mother's tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her father absent.
"Jane..." she sobbed.
"It's okay." Jane replied bravely and sighed, writing her will.
She was walking towards the noose, hat over head to prevent her from seeing anything and shouldered by two policemen. The walk was long, slow, torturous. Each step Jane took willingly toward her impending doom.
"What'd I do wrong?" Her hushed, whispered last words as the noose tightened.
Jane awoke. Panting, face flushed. The feeling had been so surreal, the noose had been so constricting. It was as if... ...
...but why hadn't anyone else been there?
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