I woke up with a pounding headache. It felt like someone was hammering nails into my brain. Every now and then I would feel a sharp pain in my head. Groggily,  I sat up. The sun was so bright and hot it burned me. I groaned in despair as I recalled the previous night. I glanced at my arm and to my surprise there was only a faint red scar on it, barely noticeable.

What the heck is going on? I wondered. The creature, the knife, my cut arm, me falling asleep, what was all that? I am going crazy, I thought to myself.

I got out of bed and got dressed. I was already late for work. I quickly made myself a cup of watery tea since I could not afford a lot of milk and quickly gulped it down. I grabbed my keys and left my apartment. As I was half running to work, I caught sight of myself in a store window. I looked like a mess, tangled uncombed hair hastily put in a bun, flushed face and dark circles.

I just ignored how I looked and ran to the supermarket where I had a job as a cashier. The pay was not a lot but at least I managed to pay my rent and buy food. I quickly changed into my uniform in the staff room and took my place. The guy whose shift I was taking over gave me a dirty look.

I hope he chokes on his drink, I thought as I settled in place. Suddenly his drink fell from his hand, spilling iced coffee everywhere. His hand was grabbing his throat and his face was red. He was breathing heavy. Quickly I realized that he was choking, on his drink, just like I wanted him to.

Let him stop choking, stop choking, I thought. But he still continued choking. A crowd had gathered around him. An ambulance was quickly called and he was taken off in a stretcher.

I was confused. Did he choke because of me? Did what I think actually come true? But it couldn't be possible, because when I wanted him to stop, he didn't. I banged my head on the desk continuously. I was going crazy. Going mad. Something was after me, I did not know what it wanted, but whatever it was, it was dangerous,  it was going to make sure I died. I could feel it. It was following me everywhere. It made the guy choke. I should control my thoughts.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. Customers came and went. I could not wait for my shift to be over. Finally, time was up and I breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly changed into my normal clothes. I ran out the back door eager to get home. Suddenly I bumped into a couple who were kissing.

I was about to fall but the guy quickly caught me before I touched the ground.
"Thank you," I muttered.
"Hey b**ch!" The girl shouted. "He's mine! Hands off!"
"I'm sorry," I replied timidly. "You can have him, I was only thanking him."

She just ignored me and walked past me bumping against my shoulder so hard I fell and hit my head against the wall. I winced in pain. I touched the back of my head and felt wetness. I brought my hands up closer and to my surprise it was blood. I was bleeding.

Such a ferger, I thought. I hope she steps off the sidewalk and dies.

Suddenly I realized what I thought and I screamed, "Nooooooooo!!!!!!" But it was too late. Her heel broke, her leg twisted, and she fell off the sidewalk. Just then a car was zooming by and I heard a sickening crunch. I opened my eyes again and saw her lying on the road, a bloody mess.

I could not breathe. My head was spinning. I just wished for a girl to die and she did. Heavily breathing, I stood up and ran. Ignoring the pain in my head, in my chest, in my legs, I continued running, not stopping.