[ WP ] Write the last words of a prisoner on death penalty as he is about to receive the lethal injection .

I bounced my leg up and down against the floor. The motion caused my cuffs to clink repeatedly against the table. I turned my hands over and looked at my palms. The lines quivered there also, but the my restless bouncing could n't cover up the shaking in my hands. I locked my hands together and squeezed tightly in an attempt to make them stop, but my entire body shook in firm defiance. 
 
 The door opened and I picked up my head swiftly leaving my hands together. It was Rebecca. She wore her stereotypical outfit of a navy skirt and jacket paired with a simple white blouse. Her flats made little noise as she sat down at the metal table across from me. 
 
 `` Daniel, how are you feeling?'' 
 
 I opened my hands to show her how badly they were shaking. `` I'm... I'm scared really.'' 
 
 `` It's okay to be scared, Daniel. Most people would be if they were in your position.'' 
 
 She was trying to calm me down. I could tell. I could always tell. Normally, realizing that she truly wanted to help would actually end up helping even if the words she used were cliche. It did n't today. 
 
 `` Most people are n't in my position, Rebecca. I have already eaten the last food that I will ever eat. After you and I talk, I'll go down a long hallway and be injected with a substance that will kill me. It will be quick and painless. I do n't just know all of that. I understand it. And I'm scared.'' 
 
 She reached over the table, held my hands, and took a different approach. `` I thought you converted. God will take care of you.'' 
 
 I rubbed my thumb along her hands and tried to focus on that sensation. 
 
 `` Maybe.'' I said, `` I'm not really scared of dying itself and, if we're being honest, I know I deserve it. I've killed a lot of people that did n't. What I'm scared of is being wrong. I'm scared that I'll die and there wo n't be any pearly gates or fiery hell. No white lights. No reincarnation. Not even a sensation of floating in blackness. I will die and I will cease to exist. I will have no memory. No thoughts. There will be no me to even comprehend the horror. Just nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's what I'm afraid of, Rebecca.'' 
 
 She looked at me with eyes etched in pain. I could see her swallow as she wanted to say something, but no words came out. She tightened her grip on my hands. I rested my forehead on our intertwined fingers and we laid like that for several minutes before I finally broke the silence. 
 
 `` I know it's selfish and I know it's not your job, but would you stay with me... until the end? It's just... you're one of the few people that still sees me as a person.'' 
 
 `` Of course, Daniel. I'm honored that you want me to be there.'' 
 
 `` Thank you,'' I said, `` for everything.'' 
 
 The door opened and a guard walked in. `` Excuse me, counselor, we're supposed to take the inmate now.'' 
 
 `` Thank you,'' she said nodding to the guard, `` I still have to take his final wishes if you'd wait a minute.'' 
 
 The guard frowned at the delay, but shrugged before crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. 
 
 `` Daniel, is there anything you'd like me to pass on to anyone?'' 
 
 `` I have no one.'' 
 
 She nodded. She already knew that, but I suppose it was more of a formality at this point. 
 
 `` I'm supposed to record your last words now. Is there anything that you'd like to say?'' 
 
 I looked into her eyes as I thought. I was intelligent. I could probably think of something eloquent that people might quote for a long time. Something on the nature of life maybe. Or something about the decisions we make. But I did n't. There was only one thing that I wanted to say and so many people that I wanted to tell it to, but none of them were here. So I told Rebecca. 
 
 `` I'm sorry.''
