Book of Dreams

My Savior

   Almost two years has already passed, and I still can't find the right words to express my feelings of losing this beautiful angel... This is something I dreamt last year when I was in my darkest times. This dream is what made me realise that I gotta be strong. Enjoy :3

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  I was standing and waiting in the queue for hours, and the cause was nothing else, than finally meeting the man who saved my life, without him knowing about it. That's a false statement though, because he knew it very well, that him and his music saved millions from ending their own lives. I was not just here because I was a fan of him and the band, no... I was here to thank him everything.

   When his figure showed up in the door, everyone started cheering. He greeted everyone with a bright smile on his face as he started to sign the t-shirts, CDs, posters and other things the fans handed him.

   Then, he reached me.

   "Wow, hi," was all I could say.

   "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked.

   God, this man really was the kindest person I've ever met.

   "Right now? Happier than I think I've ever was. So... Could you sign my arm?" I said with a wide smile on my face.

   "Of course," he said, but as soon as he looked at my forearm, his smile disappeared, and I knew exactly why. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

   "I don't know anymore," I replied in a shaking voice.

   My whole forearm was covered with scars. Scars I did myself...

   Yeah, I know...

   I used to self-harm.

   Without thinking, he quickly signed my scarred arm, then pulled me into a tight hug.

   "Please, be strong, and never ever give up. You are not alone," he whispered the last part.

   Thank you, Chester. Thank you for everything.

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Music:

Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest