Chapter 59: The Judge

IS THERE a form of death without suffering any excruciating pain? I consented to put my life in the hands of strangers, but I was terrified of what might befall me.

I wanted to commit suicide, but I didn’t want to taste the agony and decrepitude of my flesh until I couldn’t breathe anymore. I vaguely remember searching the web browser for ways to die without undergoing immense grief, but all that came up were many health service delivery that claimed they could help with how I was feeling.

I opened my eyes and arose in bed. I moved closer to the window and opened the blinding curtain, revealing a vista obscured by trees and bushes. I adjusted my eyes, but there wasn’t even a silhouette of a person or a guard to be seen.

I looked at the time on the table and saw that it was eight o’clock in the morning, and the guy who had died the night before flashed across my thoughts. “How did he die?&rdq