[ WP ] A man convicted of murder is sentenced to death by having his consciousness sent back to live out the last 24 hours of the victims life , where he will see , hear and feel everything but can not interact or change what is about to happen

Beep. Beep. Beep. I open my eyes. I want to look around, but something is blocking me. Suddenly, I start to move by myself. My hand touches the button which silences the beep. The alarm clock says it's 5:30 AM. By myself, I stand up and look around the room. I want to say `` what is this?'' but it feels like I do n't have enough power to move my mouth and tongue. I remain silent. Without any other options, my body walks to the bathroom. The switch is hit by my hand. 
 A powerful light turns on. I have to squint. A look into the mirror. My hand touches my chin. Suddenly, I realize. No, that's impossible! That is the man I killed last night. I'm in his body. I ca n't do anything about it. This punishment is too cruel. I step into the shower and a stream of warm water kisses my body. I'm powerless. Whatever this body says and does is automated, I'd like to change what he does. But I ca n't. I step out of the shower and dry my skin. I get dressed. A nice suit, tie. Walking downstairs, I let my vision swipe across images that hang on the walls. I see children and a photo of the body I'm in with a woman next to it. Downstairs, I grab some bag laying on the table. I grab my keys, wallet, my phone and head outside. The weather is refreshing, but not cold. I approach the train station and get on a train. After a 30 minute train ride, the body proceeds to walk outside and to go to a big skyscraper. I get inside and take the elevator to reach one of the upper floors. 
 After getting out, I sit down at one of the tables and push the button to turn on the computer. A guy, pesumably the manager, calls me out. `` Sandler, do you have a minute to talk to me at my office?'' `` Yes, of course.'' My body replies. `` Shit.'' it whispers to itself. In the office, the manager says: `` Sandler, I have to be honest here for a minute, I'm not pleased with your work performance over the last few months. You started out so great, is there anything I need to know of?'' My body responds: `` Mr. Hutch, I'm sorry, but at the moment I have some stress at home. You know, my wife stresses me and says I would n't spend enough time with the children... it's not as easy. But it will get better, I promise.'' `` I hope so, ``, the manager replies, `` because it will need to get better. Do n't be afraid though, it's only a warning.'' `` Thank you, Mr. Hutch. ``, my body says and proceeds to sit down and get to work. 
 I'm beginning to think about me killing this guy. I did n't want to kill him. It was just a stupid confusion. But I ca n't change the past, right? 
 After working all day and it getting dark outside, my body is the last one remaining in the office. The manager walks to the main door and shouts `` Sandler, thank you for volunteering to do the monthly report. Do n't stay here for too long, though. You can also continue tomorrow, should you not get it all done since it's a lot of data. The passcode for the door is 4784, make sure to lock it. Goodbye!'' `` Goodbye!'' my body shouts. After the boss is out of hearing distance, my body says `` I will show this guy. This will all be done by tomorrow.'' The cellphone rings. My body grabs it and looks at the display. It seems to be his wife. `` Crap'', he exclaims and accepts the call. A woman says `` Jack, when will you be home? This is the third time this month you are not home for dinner! What is wrong with you?'' My body responds: `` Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I just have to finish the report... I should be home in two hours. I love you.'' `` Yeah I love you too. See you. ``, the woman responds and hangs up. My body slams his head onto the keyboard. It hurts. `` Damn! Fucking numbers, fucking job, fucking manager, I fucking hate this shit! Damn it I will finish it tomorrow.'' I save the document, shut down the computer, grab my stuff, get outside and lock the main doors. I walk to the train station. 
 Halfway there, in front of a pub, I hear a deep voice behind me. `` Oh, look who's walking around at night, so alone. Nice to meet you again, Frank.'' My body turns around to see a tall man with a knife in his hand. I can see myself, my real body. The body I'm in says: `` What? No! My name is Jack! I'm just trying to get home safe.'' My real body says: `` Yeah you can tell that to your mom!'' My real body takes the kife and slams it into the stomach of the body I'm in. I feel the ice cold blade painfully sliding into my warm body. I feel the even warmer blood flow in my body. The knife is pulled back out. My real body examines the body I'm in. I look into his eyes. My real body says: `` Oh shit he's not...'' I faint. 
 
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