It was cold outside. I was sitting in front of a lake. I was near the forest. Wind blow trough my hair. My body was shaking softly. Several memories flew before my eyes. Voices were talking again. Trees were wet 'cause of the rain. They touched my jacked when I stood up and walked trough the forest. Sometimes it was hurting. I liked it, the pain it gave me. I wanted it more, deeper, painful. I needed it. The voices kept going on and memories made me blind. I stopped walking. Would anybody even care? It was done so easily. Before I knew it would be done. I just had to make the first step. It couldn't be that hard, right? A sigh escaped my mouth while I was staring at the sky. I could hear my aunts voice on the background. Singing softly and calm. Trying to hold me back. But I couldn't. It was hurting too much on the inside. More than I could handle. I wasn't as strong as everyone else was. My body had proof enough. The cloud stood beside me. It was having feet now. Which made it funny. A cloud without legs but with feet. It looked at me. I could see the worrying in it's eyes. "These thoughts won't go away", I softly spook while staring to the sky. "Don't do it, dear child", my aunt sang carefully. The shadow took my hand. "These thoughts are so strong, stronger than ever before. Like it's so real." The could softly squeezed in my hand wile a thousand voices kept on talking in my head. The memories made me blind. The world was slowely spinning. My hand became a fist. It made me angry. Yet, it broke me more. "It's too much." Tears rolled down my cheeks. I let go of the shadow it's hand. "Don't you do it, kid", aunt sang on a scared tone. I felt meself walking to one of the many sticks there were on the ground. Someone probebly made them from a tree in the forest for his dog. I picked it up. It had a sharp point. "Things will get better, right?" I heared fast footsteps behind me. But it was already too late. I pushed the stick against my side. It made it's way trough my body, trough my flesh. A lot of blood came out of the wound. I fell down trough my legs. The shadow was able to catch me before I hit the ground. It looked at me with big eyes, full of sadness and tears. I could hear my aunt screaming my name. "Galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!" The sound around me faded and my view got vague. I coughed a bit blood before everything went black...
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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...