"I'm not fucking insane, Alex!" I yelled, throwing a pillow in his face. God, I was thrumming on anger and rage. We had gotten into another fight and it was ugly. Strawberry hid under the sofa, whimpering. "I'm not schizophrenic, I'm okay!"

"I've researched schizophrenia," he begged, backing away from me. He's scared of me. "You have all the signs, I'm just asking for you to visit a doctor to confirm. Please, Char—"

"I'm. Not. Fucking. Insane."

"Charity, I hate it when you swear." Alex tried to grab Strawberry but I slapped him. He stumbled back and I screamed. Alex was the crazy one, not me. Alex sighed, walking towards the door. "I'm leaving, Char. I can't do this, go get help from real doctors."

No.

No.

No.

No.

NO.

"You are lying, Alexander!" I grabbed him and we were so close to the edge of the roof—Alex was getting on my nerves—and I loosened my grip, letting him fall. It happened so fast and I couldn't think.

THUD.

I shrieked, backing away.

I killed Alexander Ashford.

Then I tripped over Strawberry's corpse and I screeched. Tears fell down my face as I gasped for air. I sobbed and looked up. There was a woman similar to Clotho and Lachesis, brandishing scissors.

Atrophos.

Or was it Colette?

My trembling hands brought out the threaded bauble and handed it to her, seeing her trim it before throwing it on the ground next to me. She disappeared with a flash and I saw a dark figure walk up to me.

Death offered me something in his hand. It was shiny and red, I nearly lost my breath when I saw what it was. It was my bauble from yesterday. No, I broke it, it's not possible. Was I truly schizophrenic?

I never dropped it.

"Merry Christmas, Charity Mikaelson."