It appeared right in front of me. Looking into my eyes with it's new eyes. Slowely it flew a bit closer, just a few inches away from me. My view was stuck on his blue eyes. Silent was how I sat there, without any sound. Just staring and thinking. I sighed softly while I got lost in my own mind. The shadow turned around and flew towards my desk. It took a pencil and sat down on the chair. I got up and walked to it. It was writing some things down at my homework. "What are you doing?", I asked on a soft volume. My eyes widend. "Are you helping me out?" It stood up and let me sit down. It gave me the pencil. And that's how it helped me making my homework. "Can I tell you something?", I asked after we were finished and were sitting in front of each other."I am worried", I continued. "I'm losing my mind. I get insane all times. It's a bother to me. It's a fear each day. I never know if I'll make it to the next day. It's a war and I know I won't survive this." My voice was cracking at the last sentinces. "I ain't strong like verybody else. I'm weak." Tears started running out of my eyes. It was hurting too much on the inside. More than I could take. My emotions were out of control and whoever this beast was, this wasn't me. The black cloud brought me back to reality when it placed it's hand on mine, looking me in the eyes. I let down my head and looked at the dark blanket on my bed. "It won't change, right?" The shadow didn't answer. It only squeezed softly in my hand which made me feel comforted. I knew it was listening. I knew it cared. That was the most important thing. I wasn't alone anymore. But yet, I knew deep inside, things would stay this way. I would never be able to be happy. To smile worthfully and to be loved. I would always be hated. Always unimportant. Not needed. It was what I was for. So others wouldn't have to deal with living hell. "Don't you worry. You are not alone. This war isn't permanent. So is faith, hold on", I heared the voice singing while staring at the ceiling, feeling the presence of the shadow. Not knowing if I would open my eyes the next morning...
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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...