I looked around. My wrists were burning and my dried tears were hanging on my face. The blanket was resting on my shoulders. I held the knife in my hand. Some blood was dropping from it. It was dark in the room. My throat was hurting. I felt alone. My body was shaking, sitting fear-frozen when I started hearing the voices in my head again. "Stop it", I whispered, begging it to stop. Tears were falling from my cheeks. I felt meself putting the knife against my skin again. Just at that moment, when I was about to make another cut I felt a cold breath against my feet. I looked and saw a black cloud appearing in my view. My hand dropped the knife before I got hurt. I crawled back, ending up hiting the wall. I was a bit taken aback but more afraid. I heared meself panting and took a few deep breaths to calm down. The shadow thing flew above the ground, right in front of me. I looked at it, studying it with my eyes. The more I did, the closer I got towards it. The shadow flew where it was and didn't move. I was just a few inches away when I stopped. My body didn't shake anymore and I was calmed down. I felt safely around it, like it was okay if I was crying. Like it was okay if I was hurt. My hands shook a bit if I felt meself opening my mouth. "Will you listen to me?", I asked shakely while I got meself crying again. The shadow got closer to me, right between my arms. I smilled slightly and started telling it what was going on while holding the cloud like a teddy bear. "I hate life", I spook. "It's hard and everybody hates me. I'm useless, worthless, etc. Today someone told me to commit suicide." I got silence for a moment. My head started to spin by the thought of it while my heart was cracking again into smaller pieces. "And having suicide thoughts again", I continued. "I mean, why am I still here? Nobody wants me around, so..." I just finished when I realised that I was crying again. I let the tears run down my cheeks and lied down. The shadow flew back into my arms. I cuddled closely to it, crying meself to sleep.
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GALAXY
FantastiqueGalaxy is a teenager of 14 years old. He has depression and a lot of problems like cutting and suicide thoughts/attemps but things change when he one night sees a shadow in front of him. The shadow doesn't have a face, it's more like a black cloud...