The birds were chirping when I wearily glanced out the window. The sun was just rising bathing everything in an orange glow. It looked so beautiful and peaceful but I could feel the darkness stir inside me uneasily. My leg hurt a lot and kept me awake all night but I didn't mind because as it is, I didn't want to sleep. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and groaned in pain. My rocking chair rocked back and forth as i rocked myself, creaking eerily. I had to take a sick leave today. I couldn't go to work in this state. I called my manager and got permission to stay at home for one day. I sighed wearily as I leaned back. This was so depressing.

I decided to call my boyfriend, Joe, to come and keep me company otherwise I would go mad. After the phone ringing for eternity, he picked up and I told him to come right away. He agreed to come.

A little while later he was ringing my doorbell. I hobbled over to the door and let him in. He gasped when he saw my state.
"Bella! What's wrong?" He asked, his voice full of concern.
I tried to reply but couldn't as I was sobbing loudly. Human concern made me feel very vulnerable after all that I had gone through the previous couple of days.

Joe opened his arms and pulled me in for a hug. He hugged me tight as my tears wet his shirt and he brushed my hair, gently caressing my back. After I felt better from crying, he looked at me with concern and love in his eyes. He kissed my forehead.

"Bella, can you please tell me what is wrong?" He asked gently.
I nodded and told him the whole story in a quiet voice. From my first dream to how I got the cut on my leg.

Joe looked at me with an undescribable look. I knew he didn't believe me.
"Look, I am not lying. It's true. All of it, every single word. Why would I lie about something like this?" I said in a pleading tone.
"Bella, we are talking about evil spirits, nightmares, maybe you are just remembering your parents accident all over again. Remember how bad it was for you as  a kid?  The memories are just being triggered all over again."

I looked at him in horror. Joe probably thought I was mad.
"What about the cut on my leg?" I asked.
He pointed to the knife next to my chair. You probably did that when you were deep in your thoughts.
"Joe, trust me! Please!"

He would not have a word of what I was saying.
"Bella, I love you so much. I cannot live without you. But right now you are not okay. You need to rest. You look like you haven't slept." He said in a soft voice. He gently picked me up and proceeded to lay me on the bed.
I struggled in his arms and screamed so loudly. He would not let go. I bit him on his arms hard as I could. He let go of me with a shout nursing his arm. I fell on the floor with a loud thud.

"I hope you fall backwards and hit your head!" I screamed loudly.
Suddenly, Joe fell backwards even though he was quite stable the way he was. He hit his head really hard on the floor.
"I hope your hand bleeds!" I screamed again.
The place where I bit his arm began pouring out blood and Joe just stared in horror.

"See! I told you I'm not lying," I muttered. "You were standing perfectly balanced and yet you fell. And there is no way I bit you so hard till I drew blood.  And even if I did, you were not bleeding till I wished it upon you."

Joe eyes widened in realization. I nursed his arm and we snuggled up on a couch. We tried to come up with ways to defeat Thoughts but we could not think of anything. It was getting late and once again, I was left with my thoughts, my horrible thoughts.