He tied the other end around his throat, paused for just a moment, remembered the feeling of his hands around Carrie Copeland's neck, and smiled for the last time. He twisted the other end of the sheet tight and fixed it around the top post of the bunk. Happy thoughts of ending it all and escaping the humiliation and pain had allowed him to survive with his mind intact. There is no Hell an angry God can create that will be any worse than this life. It was all he had thought about since he'd arrived in the Oregon State Penitentiary. Now that the moment had arrived, with the jury-rigged noose actually in his hands, he didn't stop to consider whether he really wanted to end his life. If I mess this up, they'll put me on suicide watch. Michael removed the sheet from his bed and twisted it. The inmates of C Block found such a fresh young prisoner an unusual treat. He wasn't strong enough to fight off even a single hardened thug, much less a pack of them. He was alone for a moment, a brief reprieve in what had become his personal hell. Michael Hollister pushed his face against the bars of his cell.
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