"Jason! Jason. What are you doing? No, don't! Jason, please don't!"

I held the kitchen knife high in the air. My breathing was heavy. Without hesitating or regrets I plunged the knife deep into her heart, whom mine she broke. I stood there, shirt coated with blood and all, laughing with insanity. Just laughing...

My eyes grew awake. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. My hands were trembling with fear due to the morbid dream.

"So this is how it feels to be a cold hearted murderer..." echoed an opinion in my heart.

I ended up from living in a cozy, warm HDB flat to a chilly and dirty prison cell in just a blink of an eye. My brutal actions I did regret but nothing can change my cruel fate now; to be executed by hanging for manslaughter. Only with a president's pardon can I escape the clutches of the rope, but my choices of receiving one were thin.

Why did I commit a brutal homicide, you ponder? How could a man not get furious upon discovering his wife having an affair with another man? Unlike other men, I just had to take a knife and stab her to death. Goodness me, I need anger management classes.

Tick-tock. The sound of life itself. There I lay, praying to an omnipotent entity who calls himself God for my pardon for which I had been waiting anxiously for. I was on an excellent behaviour streak and even did some community service around the prison and avoided fights. I have five days left.

Not a minute did I not think about my ruined family, whom I have greatly disappointed. My parents cried inconsolably upon hearing the horrible verdict. My siblings lowered their heads in sadness and shame. I only have two days left and my faith to God grew lower and lower on each passing minute. The suspense and reality of life became very real and my heart drummed faster upon thinking of it.

A priest came into my lonely cell to say the last rites.

"Why should I praise God? I have been on my best behaviour lately for praying to Him every single minute from day one, yet He turned a blind eye on me!" I ranted at him with much frustration.

The innocent priest tried to console me by reading psalms from the bible but that only made me more furious and rejected him out of my prison cell. I hammered the wall with my palm. Why have you forsaken me, God? I have repented on my sins yet You still turn a blind eye on me!

I could not sleep. The rage and anxiety dwelled up inside me as the execution date grew near.

A tapping sound echoed throughout my cell.

"Jason Wong. You are hereby pardoned by the president."