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From the diary of a prisoner
This hub is an experimental attempt with the optimum usage of 'simple present tense' only.
My execution is only two days away. I do not worry about my fate because I deserve this. I brutally murdered a security guard and robbed a diamond necklace from a jewelers. If I had had a better standard of living I would not have done this. When I look back, I remember the tears I cried and the jokes i laughed at and I also remember the day when I first robbed.
The sun rises over the hills and I am sure that this is my last day in life. The jail warden walks towards me and asks me to move into the condemned cell. This is a cell where there is no light or fresh air. I like this change as I prefer solitude now. Time ticks away.
I can hear the heavy footsteps. I guess it is Mr. Jackson. He is the jail superintendent. He says that the doctor has arrived. I am surprised to see the doctor. He is my ex-classmate. We were best friends during the high school days and those were the days of glory. His name is Peter.
I felt ashamed, though I am emotionally numb now. I don't think that he has recognized me. He checks my pulse and heartbeats. Now I stand on a scale and the meter reads 75 kilos. "The filing of the records is over" says the lawyer. Now, he wants to read out the judgement. I do not wish to hear it once more though.
I am now served with a delicious supper for the very last time. Now they want to know about my last wish. I have nothing left in my wishlist, but to pray once. I can see the executioner walking up and down restlessly. He looks like a busy bee with his folded arms and restless attitude. There is a black cloth in his hand. I know that my end is nearing.
My heart now beats at a high rate because I see him check the strength of the rope. Peter looks worried. His eyes are filled with tears. He wants to say something...But...But...
I cant see anything. My face is covered with a dark black cloth. I can feel the tightness of the rope around my neck. I realize that this is my last minute.
"Oh God, here I surrender myself to thy wish. Please forgive me."