Silence followed in waves, which was all the more reason why everyone in the room must be able to hear my screaming mind.
I killed him! I killed him!
Along with my crying inner voice, I was certain my heartbeat must be echoing through the room. Wasn't it obvious that I was the one to have killed him? And then another thought caught up with me and urgently claimed the whole situation to be a coincidence. You can't kill people with your mind! But...
I killed him! I killed him!
I knew I had killed him. And everyone else must know it too. If my inner voice was powerful enough to kill a man, it must surely be powerful enough to be heard by everyone. No...I told myself. My mind is private, no one can hear my thoughts, and no one can pin the murder on me. All I have to do is sit quiet, and all will be resolved. Oh right, and I would also have to avoid killing anyone more with my mind. Oh yes, my lesson had been learned, and I would not ever psychically kill another person...
But just then, Ernie, the teacher's pet, suddenly shot to his feet and started crying out in his high, nasal voice. My glare snapped to him and I felt a sudden annoyance at the boy. He punched his glasses onto his face, wrinkled his nose, and waved his arms at the class in a frenzy. "He's dead!" he cried.
Don't do it...I thought to myself, but you know how it is when you try not to think about something? Repeating over and over again, do not think about it, do not think about it, will most certainly mean that you're thinking about it. And I didn't know how powerful my mind really was...what if I accidentally killed half the class because I happened to be a little judgmental?
Hopefully, Ernie would not annoy me enough to receive a death curse.
"He was in the middle of a passionate speech on Ancient Babylon, and then he just keeled over! Will I never get to hear the end of his speech?" cried Ernie. "This will surely screw up the whole semester--I might not even ace this class if we're forced to have a substitute!"
Ernie, my mind pleaded. Please don't...
"I am going to fail," cried Ernie is desperation, falling to his knees before the teacher as if playing the role of Juliet, mourning over his fallen Romeo. My eyes widened, and I tried to force my mind to peace.
Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.
Ernie cursed the heavens and then cast his dark eyes over the entire room. The rest of the class sat in shock, their mouths open, staring at the scene in incredulous disbelief. Most were still half asleep from the History lecture.
"He was poisoned, I am sure!" Ernie cried. "How else could he have died so suddenly?"
Wouldn't you like to know? my mind asked in a menacing voice, but I stopped myself just in time. Think happy thoughts! Do not think about death, do not think about Ernie dropping dead, do not wonder if you can do IT again.
"I am going to get to the bottom of this!" cried Ernie, the detective. "I know how to conduct a full autopsy!"
Ernie, shut up!
"If I lose my scholarship because of this, I am not going to be happy!"
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
"What will my mother think?" cried Ernie, beginning to shed tears over the history teacher. Perhaps he would commit suicide and really play the part of Juliet. You mean, maybe he'll follow Mr. Henry in the same way...
The world suddenly went deathly quiet. Ernie was still flapping his lips and waving his fist in the air, but no sound was coming from him.
Then he widened his eyes, placed a hand to his lips, spoke a few more muted lines, and then promptly fainted.
Oh crap, I thought to myself, Will I ever be able to reverse such a curse? That would require me wanting Ernie to speak...
Crap, I repeated.