Joe's pov:

I stepped out of the hospital not feeling anything in particular. I just felt empty from the inside. All my life sucked out of me. Without Bella I was nothing. It was almost midnight and the city was as busy as ever. I thought of doing it. I could almost hear a foreign voice whispering in my ear, go ahead, do it. You will be reunited with your love. I nodded to my self. This was it.

"Bella, I'm coming for you," I shouted. To hell with arranging for the burying of the body. The hospital could arrange that. I waited for the right moment. Just when a huge lorry was about to pass, I stepped on the road.

Narrator's pov:

Joe's body flew in the air and landed with a loud thud a couple of meters away. That's how hard he was hit. The lorry driver stopped immediately and called the hospital, they arrived quickly since it was just around the corner. There was a lot of traffic jam. Cars honking and people yelling for the road to clear. Nobody cared that somebody had just died. But Joe was reunited with his love and that was all that mattered. In a while, the traffic was back to normal and the world continued living on blissfully unaware of what had happened, minus two more people on this earth.

Thoughts' pov:

Idiots! The whole lot of them are f***ing idiots. They do not realize that they are just making my work easier. I barely have to do anything except for ignite some thoughts. That's it. Thoughts are really powerful. They can either make someone or break someone. But these weak and fragile humans can't take it. The only thing it's doing to them is breaking them. They are not strong at all. Soon, the whole world will perish and I will be free at last. Free to rest in peace. Just trigger some memories for them and my work is done. The rest of harm is done by themselves. Their tiny useless brains don't know how to work except for destroying themselves. "Hahahahahahahahahaha", I laughed evilly rubbing my hands in glee. This was going to be more fun than I thought. Oh, how I will miss it when it's all over.

Narrator's pov:

The little girl awoke with a loud cry.
"Mommy!"
Her mother came running into her room.
"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked hugging her tight rubbing her back.
"There was a scary man in my dream. He said he was called Thoughts and he wanted to kill me."
"Oh Hailey, it was just a bad dream. It won't happen again."
"But mom....."
"Go back to sleep, no more of this nonsense."

The little girl whimpered in fear. Her mother was wrong. This was the second time she had seen that scary man. And this time he had a knife with which he cut her. She looked at her upper arm where there was a tiny faint red line. She looked at the moon through the window and shivered. This was going to be a long night.