The thing with the lamp, and the electricity, was a reason for me to take it easy. I had to change my life and I took it seriously. For about a week. I really tried, but Frank got sick. I guess getting electrocuted wasn't very good for his body, neither was dying twice. He got the flu and staid in bed for a couple of days. He had a very bad cough.

I'm a light sleeper and I can't stand it when my partner is noisy in the bed. I need my sleep, and Frank kept me awake three nights in a row. He couldn't help it, I told myself everytime I woke up in the dark and heard him sneeze and wheeze. I turned around and tried breathing calmly. But the fourth night, I was really tired and annoyed, I woke up again at three AM and felt my heart trying to get out of my chest. Frank was almost choking in his snot and the tears were in his eyes. But I only heard the multiple coughs, that ringed in my ears. O, I would kill for a quiet night.

My fist shot out and punched his shoulder. Frank turned to me and looked surprised.

“O, did I wake you, Mandy?”

“Yes, for the fifth time this night!” I snapped.

“I'm sorry, but I feel horrible.” His voice was hoarse. “I think I have a fever now.”

“That's so sad. Just shut up, you bastard!” I got up out of bed and walked around it to Frank. “I want to sleep now, and you... get out!” I grabbed Franks hot and sweaty hand and just pulled him up, and he was so weak he let all his weight rest on me. I guess he was too sick to realise that my behaviour was weird. I muttered to myself as I dragged him through the door into the upstairs hallway.

“Goodbye, my friend. Hello, peace of mind.” I smiled, and with all my power I gave Frank a push in his back, to send him rolling down the stairs. I never thought a falling body would make such a racket, but he did. He cracked one of the bars of the balustrade when his head hit it and his arms and legs flailing around banged to the wall and steps. He never screamed or shouted. He fell, and rolled and at the bottem of the stairs he layed still. I ren down to check how he was. I was actually curious: had I killed him again, or was he wounded. Would he recover the way a normal person would, or would he heal within a day? When I got down, Franks eyes were open, but he looked disoriented.

“Frank, do you hear me?”