Donna

15

I LOOKED AT MY PAPERWORK. THE PART where they put the release date? It's blank cause I don't get released. I die here. So why the f**k am I here?

“Hold on,” I scratch my head, look at the paper, at the lawyer.

“This doesn't have date. You know what that means don't you?”

The lawyer smiles. “That whatever day I fill in there works and today's the day.”

Nah, something ain't right here...

“Who paid you?” He gets real nervous. That narrows it down.

“I'm not leaving until you tell me who paid you. Take that to the court and I promise you'll never work a case again. I've been in here for two years. Look at those charges.”

I nod to the paper. There are several pages. I've been busy.

“That look like two years worth of time to you?”

The attorney starts getting real nervous, sweating shaking.

“You have to. You have to leave. You have to leave today.”

“Who?”

“I'm sorry. I can't. But don't leave me here alive. Please.”

There's only one person I know who hates me enough and can instill that amount of fear. To the point, they'd rather commit suicide than fail.

“I'll do it. Tell her, I'll be waiting.”

He nods, looking like he could kiss me.

“Don't.”

He nods very gratefully once again and disappears.

I AM A FREE DEAD MAN. I GET INTO THE Yuri's car, and he yammers on and on.

Four years. A total of two years in lock up. It wasn't that bad.

“I'm so happy you're back!”

I smile falsely at him.

“I'm not. I'm dead.”

Then I look ahead, waiting.