"Can't they see? I'm not alright. Can't they hear? I'm screaming on the inside. Can't they feel? I'm hugging them 'cause I need comfort. Can't they notice? I need a savior." My mind asked itself several questions. Nobody seems to answer them. The lyric of the music tried to explain a bit and tried to keep me alive. My suicide thoughts were getting stronger and sometimes it was like heaven was calling my name. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. This couldn't be real, that was impossible. "Bring me to life", my voice sang along with the song that was playing. A little tear escaped out of my eye while I was hiding in a corner of the room. My heart was broken and I was sick. Sick of living this lie. Sick of believing in a cruel life that will never change. Tired of life. The black cloud would appear at midnight in my room, yet I didn't want to move on. I refused to hope for something that will never come. I was cold of running out of time. "Please kid, don't let your guard down. Know you are a strong born warrior. Don't let life bring you down. Be on fire, scream it out loud. Be alive." I heard the voice. It sang softly, sounding worried. My ears listend to it. "Worlds collide, things change once you allow them. Let them in." Words were just words anymore to me. Anger burning inside of me where a pain was growing in my chest. "It's hard to survive. Your eyes, full of sadness. Mind full of lies with a screaming heart. A child in pain. Scream a cry for help. Just don't give in. You're stronger than you think." I looked around. The voice kept singing and my eyes were locked on what's called a scissors. I found my new weapon. "Don't make the wrong choises. We can learn from mistakes. Give yourself the time. To cure and heal from your battlescars. War isn't done yet. Victory is yours if you keep on hope, my fallen child." I crawled closer to the scissors till it touched my hand. "Be wise, listen to your heart for once. Don't do things you'll regret." The blade of the weapon touched my skin softly. Cold metal against my hot temperature. It felt so natural. "Stop yourself. Turn around. Away from darkness, listen to my light." Some pressure pushed the blade into my skin. "Reach my hand." Blood started flowing away from my vein. "Before it's too late..."
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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...