I was walking through what seemed like a dream world. I kept walking till I stopped at a stretch of trees. It was dark in the forest, it seemed like a forest of secrets. Though I lived in darkness, this started to bother me. The black of night started to fade into a shimmery yellow. It was turning day. But was this the real world, or was it fake? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. It didn't help, my thoughts were never clear. I was always filled with worries and questions. Why, is the question? Why is my mind always troubled? I tried to shake it off again. I wanted to be free from the cage of depression. Free to live my way without the cuts that were on my arm. I had not cut before, but then my grandfather had died and it had trapped me again. I distracted from my thoughts as I saw a flash of dark blue light. There was a shadowy figure in front of me. I looked up at what seemed like its face. It was the blue haired boy, he was standing in front of me with no hoodie on. He just had a tight black t-shirt on with loose blue jeans. He had relief in his eyes. He hugged me tightly, I almost started feeling relief that it was him, too. I can't fall in love, I loved my grandfather, and he is dead. I wanted to break down in tears and yell at him. I wanted to scream at him, like a little girl, shouting about how life was unfair and I wanted things to go my way. But that's not how the world works. I would just have to wait for death. Till that day, I will just have to live in my world, a little room with no light, that was my world, I liked it that way. I looked back up at his face. His eyes were shining like miniature stars. He let go of me. Who is he? What is he like. I wanted to know. I wasn't going to ask, I wasn't going to make him uncomfortable with my pressuring questions. That would be... embarrassing. "I'm sorry, mate, just... happy to see you, that's all." I could hear the faintest of accents in his voice, I chuckled. " What's so funny." He asked. I froze, cold to the bone. There was something in that forest, it was not a good thing either. I could feel walls forming around me, cold, metal, walls. All I could see now was his blue hair and us in a tiny box. I shifted uncomfortably, this was okward. I started breathing heavily. "What is going on with you?!" He asked the faintest hint of worry in his eyes. "I'm claustrophobic, duh." I only managed to say as I was falling into fear. I was having a panic attack. This is a test, a test of fear. I stopped breathing for a second and forced myself to start breathing normally again. I am not afraid, I'm not afraid. IM NOT AFRAID! I mentally screamed to myself.

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It was my fear next. I have gone through this nightmare sequence before. I knew the fear, I didn't want to do it. I don't want to do it. Standing in front of me, was my fear, killing the things I cared most about. An exact copy of my already dead parents stood there, tied up. My cat was sitting there, unable to move, meowing in agony. A new person stood there too. It was Faith, she looked helpless. "Kill them, or I kill you." The piercing voice stabbed me. A gun sat in my hand, almost begging to be shot. I stroked the barrel of the gun. No, I can't, not Faith, not Star, not my family. The real Faith looked at me, she had a look that I couldn't comprehend at all. It looked like a mixture of mischief, sadness, and determination. I felt a pain in my stomach and I woke up. My cat had scratched me where she knew I was weak. I hugged her, it wasn't real, it never affected the real world. Thank the stars too! But, why was Faith there?