“You asshole.” I said with clenched teeth.

“If I find out you're cheating on me, girl...”

“Then what? Will you hit me? Will you slit my throat?” I screamed full of anger.

“Act normal, Mandy. I' m just saying, that if you do cheat, you'll know it.”

“And you'll know it when you're being an asshole!” I screamed. I reached over the table, grabbed the candlestick, at which point the candle fell on the table and set the table cloth on fire, and with all my might, I let it land on Franks head. It was a metal candlestick, and I hit Frank right on the temple. He tumbled of his chair and was unconscious right away. To be sure, I hit him again, so that the blood spattered on my hands. Frightened I paused to look myself in the eye. There was a mirror above the table. I looked like a ghost. An agressive ghost with a psychotic look in her eyes.

“I don't need a gun.” I whispered. “I could kill someone with my bare hands.”

With shaking hands I put out the fire, and then I set at the table and cried.

“I'm a horrible, horrible person.” I kept telling myself. I knew it was true, and I hated myself. The words of the woman in the park kept echoing through my head.

“The dark side of life will get closer to you, untill you start to think that it's your friend, like the light was. But the dark side is there to destroy you and also the ones you love.” I could see it happening. But could I stop it?

I decided that, no matter what I thought about the dark side of life, I had to take care of Frank. I couldn't let him wake up like I did last time. He couldn't awake with blood on his clothes, with pain in places he couldn't understand, so I had to make up a story. And I had to make sure to be there when he woke up. So I cleaned the table, pulled Frank to the fair table and laid him there on the ground. The candlestick was between his feet. And I sat next to him, waiting for him to wake up.