GALAXY

Chapter 15

Next morning I found meself staring at the mirror. It showed me a creature I hated, showed me someone dead. It showed me meself. "Why do I have to live with meself?", I thought to meself. A sigh escaped between my lips. The ceiling made me feel cold. I looked back at the mirror. My hands were fists. I was upset, unhappy and messed up so badly. "Stop staring at me, living being you are", my voice said a bit louder than usual. Emotions were running trough my veins. They were driving me insane. "Stop this, life." My head was driving me crazy. I was losing my mind. "Stop hurting me. What did I do to deserve this? Why couldn't you let me die back there? I have no reason of being here." Tears came out and nales got pressed against my skin as my hands were tight fists. "I hate the way it feels."  My mouth closed. My voice got silent. Anger was burning inside. Blue eyes from the mirror stared into mine which made me feel worse. My heart wished to scream, but I wasn't planning on giving in. My demons were the boss of me, but I refused to listen. I wouldn't follow them. They wouldn't get me. "Galaxy? Dinner's ready", I heared my dads voice from downstairs. While ignoring it I was growling at the mirror. "Leave me alone", I sissed at it. The grip of my fists got even tighter. I was about to explode soon, I knew for sure. "Galaxy?", my dad asked again. My voice didn't replay as it was growling full anger. The words of my dad didn't got trough this shield around me. My attention lied on the mirror. Nothing could break through it. It was so much hurting inside that it took me over and made me lose control. It was freaking me out. I heared footsteps on the stairs. "Galaxy? Are you there?", he asked a bit concerned. I didn't listen. This anger, this life made me tired. My fist raise. My blood was stolling. My heart skipped a beat. Anger got stronger. I was heating up. Footsteps got close to the door. "Galaxy?", dad asked again very worried. My breathing was loud. Till I heared Neona's voice in my head. "Why are you still here?", I heared her innocence voice asking. My dad opened the door as I was screaming from pain and anger. He runned at me, but was too slow. As my fist already hit the mirror and broke it into several pieces on the ground and in my flesh. Blood dropped on the floor as I fell on my knees while my dad hugged me closely to his chest. "Don't worry", he whispered. "I got your back." I nodded small and let him take me downstairs. While he did I looked back, staring at the broken pieces of what I left behind.