...He held a knife high up in the dark.
He needed to be alone. I don't need anybody else. On the bed, he saw his best friend, his only friend sleeping quietly, looking as innocent as a newborn. How kind of him to me. He has been helping me to live a colorful life. He encourages me to live on when i needed death, he opens my eyes to a kinder world, showing to me that there's more to life than just cruelty.
The knife went up, higher, trying to search for a greater momentum. The force needed for the blunt knife to force through the skull will be great. I need more momentum. Higher still. Higher.
The knife was at its greatest potential energy. All his muscles were ready for the final blow. All was ready.
What are you doing? He heard another voice. A more kinder voice. I need to be left alone. I don't need him nor you. We are part of you. If you kill him, you're killing a part of yourself. No, that's not true. That was the final words that he ever spoke to his third self.
The bed was red and wet.
I'm free, he thought...