It came out of the shadows and stared at me. "C-can't be." My voice kept shaking. "Y-you're", I stuttered. "You're me..." It was like I was looking in the mirror. "You can't be real." It came closer as I speak. It shared no word, only stared at me. Thought, it wasn't me completly. It had scars everywhere and was crying. It was bleeding, full of wounds and bruises. It was hurt and there was a war I could read in it's eyes. There were knifes and scissors, everywhere it had a weapon. It looked at me with a dead look. It's lips started moving and for the first time I heared it's voice. "Face me and rise or forget me and run away from me", was all it said. But it was enough, I understood. It wanted me to chose. Or I faced what I went trough and accepted who I was in the past, to move on in future. Or to forget everything, ignore it. Never accept it and to keep running away from it. "I want to move on", I said very sure. It nodded and walked towards my mirror. It flew in it and now looked like my reflection. A knife lied down on my bed. Shakely I took it in the hands and walked towards the mirror. "Face me and rise", his voice replayed in my head. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Face me and rise." I hold the knife tighter and came a bit closer. My hand went up in the air. I stopped thinking and let out every single last emotion inside of me that was resting of this chapter in my life. With one other breath I pushed the knife in the mirror. The mirror broke and the last view of the shadow faded away. I dropped the knife. It was over.
Months passed and I still didn't do anything. Neona and I were still together, she got off her cutting problem thanks to a psychologist and some great friends. Sometimes I still got sad or was down. But I knew I could count on my loved ones. The voice of my aunt dissapeared as I got the courage of my loved ones in it's place. The shadow never came again 'cause that chapter was done. But one thing I'll never forget. That is that, when I need it, it would be there. Deep inside of me and I knew it would listen. 'Cause I wasn't alone. Never was and never will be.
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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...