Left for dead

[Jugo Yamashiro, a Japanese American football player who was falsely convicted of rape by a random girl in college.]

[He is now in jail serving a sentence that he doesn't deserve]

[In court, his lawyer fucked him over getting paid behind his back- so he was forced to plead guilty landing him 10 yrs]

I've been here for 3 yrs now… and now that I think about it, even after the 10 yrs are over, I won't be able to get a job or even get an apartment. My life is over… so many things I wanted to do, down the drain… Mom won't ever forgive me either… it's either I die in here or die on the streets…

Well, if anything- at least I got the choice… heh- I might as well do it now…

[The body of Jugo was then found in his cell, a cut artery in his left arm was the cause of death]

[While barely alive he had a wish that even he didn't know until the end.]

It's so bright, what is this…

A beautiful patio comes into view… a couple of kids sitting on the grass next to it joking around. While both kids seemed happy one of them was clearly older.

The little kid was me, why is this the last thought I have?

As I ask this kid me says to the older kid,

"Hey, even after both of us die, can we still be friends!"

As I hear this, the face of the older kid becomes clear, a brunette girl with short hair with a distinct chipped front tooth…

It's Rosa…

She smiles wider than I've ever seen before. And says

"YEA OF COURSE!!"

As I hear her say this something twists in my stomach, feeling like a vortex started in my body and the rest of my body is starting to twist around in it. I close my eyes in pain, and then it stops. I open my eyes to a bed I don't recognize. A window I don't recognize, a floor I don't recognize… however there is something I do recognize… looking over me, a brunette girl with short hair, smiling just as wide as that memory…

Rosa, I really missed you…