Before I could realize it, the man fell off the roller coaster and seconds later he was lying dead on the floor. I could not believe it. I had killed two people.  I was  a freaking murderer. I couldn't help it. I realised that my thoughts had recently started getting more aggressive.

I killed another person. I killed another person. I killed another person. Those were the only thoughts running through my mind. Each time louder than the last. I pulled my hair in annoyance and fell to the ground screaming in frustration. Tears welled up in my eyes. They began flowing non stop.

Luckily no one noticed because everybody was gathered around the dead man. I quickly wiped my tears, got up and turned to Joe. He was looking very confused, his face pale. I really pitied him. This was not the life I wanted him to have.

"Please take me home," I whispered.
He nodded in understanding. He put his arms around me and we got a taxi to take us home.
"Joe, you don't have to stay here,"I explained to him. "I would appreciate it if you stayed here at nights but during the day you have to go to work, ok?"
"But..." he began.
I cut him off with a kiss and pushed him out of the door.
He banged on the door for a while but i just told him I needed some alone time but he told me he would be back shortly.

I sat there thinking.
I am such a horrible and evil person spreading around my evil like a deadly disease. Innocent people are dying because of me. I am causing pain to Joe. Every time I think something about someone, it's always bad and something always happens to them. I am the root cause. I have to stop it. I have to sacrifice myself in order to save the world. Thoughts is probably just me. And if  I'm dead, that  means Thoughts is dead.

I got up slowly. I did not realize that I had been crying while thinking. I walked slowly towards the kitchen. I fumbled around in the utensil drawer till I found what I wanted. A knife. The sharpest one I had. Thoughts wanted my life didn't he? Well I would take it before he did. I would not give him the satisfaction of doing so. Tears were streaming down my face. My clothes were wet all thanks to my tears. I had to be strong. I had to do this to save the world.

I raised the knife in the air, the sharp part pointing towards my chest. I had one chance. I could not f*** this up. Suddenly Joe barged in the kitchen. I quickly lowered my hands.

Shock was written all over his face.
"Bella!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Just cutting an apple," I replied innocently grabbing an apple from the nearby fruit basket.

I knew he didn't believe me. I mean like, I am such a bad liar. But thankfully, he didn't question me. Unfortunately, he ruined my chances. When would I be able to do this again. As he led me to the sitting room,  an idea began formulating in my mind. I knew how I was going to do it. And this time, no one would mess it up for me.