It was still night. I was lying down under the blanket, staring above. The black cloud was at the end of my bed, flying against the blanket. Music I could hear thanks to my headphone. I felt lonely. My mind started wondering if I would ever get that knife back. I sighed softly and turned around to lie on my side. The voices started whispering in my head while memories were flashing before my eyes. It didn't took long before I lost control because of this. I shook my head in a wild way while puttig my hands on my ears. "S-stop it!", I stuttered. My volume was loud and I almost started screaming. "Leave me alone!" Tears were filling my eyes once more and I knew I was freaking out. I got up and sat in a small ball. My body was shaking and I kept on screaming. I was getting insane, I couldn't hold back. But than, I heard a voice. Calm and slow. Singing to me. "Don't you give up now. We'll make it trough somehow. The end is not the answer. You and I are in this together", the voice sang. I calmed down when I focused on it's words. Tears were showing up, but I wasn't crying. First I thought it was the cloud who was singing, but than I realised he didn't have a mouth. I looked at the end of my bed where I thought seeing the shadow but it wasn't there. I looked around in panic. In the end I saw it entering my room. It was having a glass of water and a box of tissues in it's hands. I looked at it while it gave me the glass. I felt the water comming inside my mouth when I putted the glass against my lips. It felt so good, the fresh and cold water entering. I could feel and saw how the cloud wipped the sweat I was having away with a tissue and my tears with another one. I putted the empty glass next to my bed. The shadow pushed me softly down again and putted the blanket on top of me. I knew it was taking care of me and that might be the reason why it took away my knife. It didn't want me to get hurt. My arms were above the blanket. I closed my eyes without realising that the cutwounds of the other day started bleeding again. I only realised that when I felt a cold breath against my wrists, finding out the shadow was taking care of my wounds. "Thank you...", I spook. "Thank you for everything you've done and are about to do." A smile came on my face while I yawned softly. Finally falling asleep to the sound of a lullaby playing trough my room.
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GALAXY
ParanormalGalaxy 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...