text: I take one last look at myself in the mirror before I step out of my house. Hair looks good, the face looks as good as it can be. The dress oh the dress. It's purple. My mom picked it out for me. She says purple is the color of confidence and strength. I am gonna need a lot of that today. My poor old mom if only life was that easy. &#x200B; My mom insists on tagging along and I don't resist. The car ride feels like an eternity. The roads are unusually packed. The know. They all do. We reach our destination and I am at once surrounded by screams and flickering lights. People so many people just staring at me. I did not even know that my dainty little town housed so many. They are all just standing there frenzied with their posters and slogans. For a split second, I feel like a celebrity. Then I hear a woman screaming at the top of her lungs cutting short my delusion. &#x200B; " Justice of Sarah " &#x200B; Then I hear more follow her just screaming out the rest of the names. I am Sarah by the way. SARAH. Jeez of all the names my mom could have picked out for me she went with Sarah. Well everybody hates their name. Their hair, the way they look. We always want what we can't have. Some more than others. &#x200B; Well, there goes my moment of prominence. Thanks, lady. I immediately tug my sleeves down. I hide my scars well. Long sleeves, baggy clothes, hair that cover half of my face and a butt load of makeup. I make my way through the deathly stares and screams. &#x200B; I am in. It's awfully quite inside. Too quiet. I can almost hear my heart pounding off my chest. I am surprised that they all showed up. The parents, the husbands, the wives all just crying and clutching the picture of their loved ones. Not so weak hearted after all. I take the front row, an unspoken rule for the survivor. They have decided to hang him. Snap his neck for a change. An eye for an eye or in this case a neck for.. well a lot of necks. &#x200B; The officer let us all know what exactly they are going to do and how. Every second leading up to it feels like a lifetime. When will this end? After what seemed like forever, the officer warns us one last time to leave if needed before it all begins. They lift the blinds off. There he is in all his glory. His condescending smirk, a constant reminder of my night of shame and disgust. A nod from the officer, the lever is pulled. I stare at him as he gasps for air, his leg fidgeting. The others just cowered and held their ears close. They should have left when the officer warned them. &#x200B; It's over!!! All this for two minutes. The all raise their heads. They look happy almost too happy. &#x200B; His lifeless body beams of glory. Poetic justice. That was his game plan to cease my license to kill. For putting me on the map and belittling me with pity. A reminder of a glitch in my order, my biggest mistake. He will always be the one that got away.