Random Creepy Short Stories

The Dead one and his Mind

Music is a cure to the minds of the lonely. Is what I was told by a guy who now is dead. Not even days after he said that did he decide to overdose. The boy was too deep in his own head and too unaware of how people around him would be affected. In his little and dark mind, to him, his death wouldn't hurt or do anything to others. Then when you'd go to him about death and such it was a different case. Something in his mindset wasn't right. Being adopted like he was would be rough as it is. Somehow things in his head went to a whole different level. Only seventeen years old and dead. Why? Because his head kept telling him lies and kept talking to him due to him not having anyone. Your mind is the most dangerous thing you have. Without notice. It might go to the wrong direction and show you how the world really is. Then your mind is dark. When unaware of your world and the life you act in. Your mind could be the prettiest of things with those dark things hidden so deep they might never show. That's what I would call a lucky person. To never see the dark side of him would be a break. It would save some from ending their own lives. I could go on and write more, but what good would it do? Years and months of writing haven't changed a thing or so says my dark mind. I have a dark mindset like he did. Now he's gone. Never to come back because the dark mind took over and won. He lost his war, like many others. Only if people noticed, he'd have help fighting the war in his head, but he was alone. One against so many. He put up a nice war, but it was obvious from the start he'd lose and so he did.