[ WP ] Everyone is allowed to kill one person in their life . However , you have to fill out a form explaining why this person deserves to be killed and the committee can deny/approve your request as per the rules . You are presenting your form today .

Glancing at the photo of my daughter, Isabella, in my wallet, I inhaled to attempt to calm my nerves. Her photo had been there for the past three years, ever since her mother snapped it at her 5th birthday and her almost toothless, cake filled grin had always brought a smile to my face but today it only helped me breathe. They'd always said visiting the OEC, Official Euthanasia Committee, was difficult, like you were simultaneously lifting a weight whilst accepting a much greater one, but I'd always shrugged it off, I'd never use my request. Most requests went unused, a left over right from the revolution not used, less than a quarter were ever requested and only a fraction of that were granted. 
 
 The waiting room was eerily calm, the receptionist pointed to a few fraying chairs and offered a drink for my wait. The coffee table covered in magazines and newspapers talking about the latest headlines from a few weeks before and a flickering light annoyed the corner of my eye. I would've been almost convinced if it was n't for the pamphlets advertising gun shops and guilt councillors on the wall. 
 
 The air was thin, difficult to breath and layered with must. 
 
 `` So, you gunna kill a man?'' The receptionist was looking my way, her make up scabbing on a spot under her chin and a scruffy ponytail containing bleached hair, chewing gum sticking to her words as she spoke. 
 
 `` Something like that,'' 
 
 `` Do you wrong? Usually the way. Ways I see it, you ai n't gunna be approved for a good'un so I'm never afraid of you guys, you just have scores to settle, a bad egg to sort out, probably helping really,'' 
 
 `` Yeh, I guess,'' Small talk when waiting to request a Kill Licence was a new one by me and not something I wanted a part of. 
 
 `` Mr Simmons,'' an older lady appeared from behind a door to the left of me, `` We are ready now,'' and I followed obediently. 
 
 `` It says here, this is an act of compassion,'' One of the panel, a middle aged man not well looked after by age, began, `` That you come here as a last resort, this is all very well, and your case is compelling but we need to here from you before we can grant approval,'' 
 
 `` You've read the case, the countless files attached, yes?'' I began, looking for acknowledgement from the board, `` You get that I never wanted to be here, I never wanted to kill anyone, I'm here because I have to. By not granting this you would create more pain, more suffering, dragging it out until there is nothing left,'' I tried to continue, but I was already exhausted, tears had already began to form and I placed my hand on my wallet once more, my hidden rock. 
 
 
 The meeting was paused and I returned to the waiting room whilst they continued to deliberate. Sometime later, minutes, hours, I could n't say, the door opened once more. 
 
 `` Congratulations, Mr Simmons, we have erred on the side of compassion and agreed to accept your request. Shortly your card shall be printed and you will be free to leave giving you 14 days from this meeting to commit the act. For our record, we need you to look into the camera to your right, state your name, the date and the name of the person you have requested to kill. Once the killing is complete this tape will then be requested from us and will serve as your alibi. When you are ready, Mr Simmons,'' 
 
 Turning, the red light was already blinking, I cleared my throat. 
 
 `` I am Mark Simmons, it is the 12th March 2019 and I have requested to kill Isabella Simmons...''
