The next day I was sitting in front of a grave. It was of my aunt. She died 'cause of cancer when I was younger. I loved her so much. I remembered it all. It was hard sometimes. Since I got this selfharming and suicide problems I found peace here. It made me feel she was with me. Maybe not as a living being, but I felt like she took care of me. "I'm in this hole", I sang softly. "I can't get out. There is no escape. I keep falling deeper and I realised. I can't get up. So I'll follow the road down." "Let the light shine. Allow it to light up darkness. Dear child, let us see your heart. I'm so worried about you. Let me help you out", the voice replayed singing. I looked around. The voice sounded so clear. Like the person was near. But there was nobody to see. I stood up and looked around. I started singing again. "Can I see the godess singing to me? I need to know who's saving me from this living hell I'm in. Dear lady, are you there?" Hope was growing and I felt it even more when she replayed. "Oh, kid. Don't you worry know. I'm always close. Watching you at night, protecting you from nightmares. Hold on hope and you'll find your answers soon enough. Don't you rush." It sounded so pure, her words of wisedom. She made me feel loved and understood. Like I wasn't different from anyone. Like I was 'normal'. It made me happy very deep inside. "Whoever you are, thank you so much. Your voice is giving me courage. Please don't leave me. It's all I have. Spare me this pain. I beg you on my knees." The voice sang again. I searched for who was singing to me. "D'you breathe the name of your savior in your hour of need? He'll be there if you know which person will be the wall to lean on. The ground under your feet dissapears so spread your wings and fly to the stars. I believe in you, Galaxy." A soft shock went trough my veins. She knew my name. My eyes were looking at the grave in front of me as she stopped singing. I took a step closer, reading the name to be sure. For a second I lost my voice. It took a bit till I was finally able to speak with a cracking tone. "Aunt?"

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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...