Some stories/ thoughts/ dreams

Intro to boy with a thousand thoughts

I sat on my roof and looked up at the midnight sky. The stars shone even brighter when I first got out of my house. I slouched down and pulled a gun from my pocket. "am I going to do it this time?" I asked myself, I placed the gun down and checked my phone no new notifications, like always. I picked up the gun and right before I pulled the trigger I heard a voice. Please, don't do it. I looked around and saw nobody near me, I clenched my fists and yelled out to the world "SHUT UP". I heard a thump and the voice said "if you want me to 'shut up,' i can". I looked to my left to see a young looking man in a trench coat. he had a soft face by the looks, I had to try and take him seriously I felt bad at yelling at the young man. "Sorry, my life has been kinda rough". The young man scooted closer and grabbed my cheeks and squished them together.

 I muffled, "what are you doing". The young man kept mumbling to himself about the human body and how strange it was. "I thought this might help make you smile, he was very weird but I didn't care. When I do this to babies they smile but this isn't a baby" He covered his eyes with his hands and said peek-a-boo, at this point I was scared. He started to mumble again, this time about demons and how "Crowley" was trying to kill us again. I reached over and grabbed the gun but when I touched it, it vanished. I looked around and it was nowhere to be found, "Looking for this? I whipped around to see the man holding the gun, I knew you'd try it again but I have eyes you know, he snapped his fingers and the gun was gone, now you'll be living with me since I don't trust you enough to be alone"

We appeared in my bedroom, the man sat on my bed and looked me in the eyes, "Tom, you have a good life ahead of you, trust me" I clenched my fists in anger, I yelled "everyone tells me that and do you not understand where I'm at." The man got up from my bed and said, remember my name, its Castiel.

A bright light flashed in front of me, and I appeared in front of a building