I was walking down the street. No, no, no, I was sitting on my couch I think, and the most intrusive thought entered my mind. I slammed the head of a homeless, old man into the wall repeatedly. He looked at me in the wrong way, I guess that's what prompted it.

Calm thoughts, calm thoughts. I've learnt a long time ago that thoughts of violence entice anger. Keep your head calm, and the body will follow suit after. I didn't listen to my advice as I stepped into dogshit. Why is it always me? A girl who saw the act smiled, and instantly the image of me running over to her and forcing my shoes down her throat filled me mind.

I shook my head. What the hell? That's such a disgusting thought. I can't believe I'm thinking things like that. I just need to focus on the present, focus on the television and it's bright image. That's right, calm myself down.

In my mind an older woman witnessed the act. She screamed and started running away. The act made the anger inside of me boil once again, and just when I'd gotten calm. Don't judge me. You don't know what she did. Images of me cutting her eyelids off showed in my mind.

I don't know what's gotten into me. Some part of my mind that only shows up occasionally seems to be dominating my mind entirely now.

The bright sun shone onto me. The experience was very comfortable, and images of green plains and wonderful flowers buzzing with bees flowed into my mind. For that moment, everything was alright, and then it was replaced by another, very realistic image.

I stood on top of a roof top, and my head slowly peeked over the edge to see down. There were three police cops there. I wonder what had happened. Somebody could write a short story on the plot my mind seemed to produce. I felt anxiety fill me from the heights. I hate heights. I'm just glad that I'm on my couch with the television in front of me.

In my mind, I leaped off the building, and in the middle of falling, I felt my brain swirl and blend, like the liquids there swapped place. No longer was I on the couch. I didn't even have a chance to scream before I heard the crack.