Undefined

Chapter 3: Zachary

I can see light, but it's not white, it's blue. That's an odd color to see when you are dying. I walk towards it and see a figure standing there so I stop. "Come my child. Don't be afraid," the figure says to me. I walk closer to the figure and ask it, "Am I dead?" The figure laughs, "No, you are in a deep sleep, that is all. My name is Jeriah, your spiritual guardian." I looked confused, "Sleep? Spiritual Guardian? Where am I?" "You are in your thoughts. Zach, you mustn't try to kill yourself anymore there is a plan for you that you must live to see." "But I can't bare this pain any longer, I'm tired of it." "Zachary, you can bare it, you just don't want to. Stay strong and live life. I'm going to awaken you and promise me you won't try to overdose again." I think about what Jeriah said, "Ok, I promise." Suddenly I feel myself slowly waking up, feeling refreshed and relieved. I hop out of my bed and go downstairs. "Glad to see you're finally awake, this is Dr. Mondolahere. She is here to have a therapy and counseling session with you." I have a disappointed look on my face as the therapist stood in front of me. "Why do you keep trying? Nothing is going to work. I will always feel this way." I calmly walk back into my room without making a sound. Why do they keep trying to get help for me? They just don't get it. I know I'm highly emotional, but I can't and I won't change that about myself just because they want me to. I don't need a therapist or a councilor or any of that stuff. "Zach, Come back down here!" I open the door, "No! I'll research my own d*mn problems!" I slam the door back. I turn on my computer and start looking up if I had a problem or why I couldn't make friends. I read an article that said "If you ask hard enough you will receive." Honestly I didn't believe in God, I was taught to be an atheist, but I wanted to change I didn't want to be what my parents wanted me to be. I thought that tonight, if I ask God for forgiveness and ask him to make life just a little better, at least one friend, he'd help me. I wouldn't dare let my parents hear me pray so I decide to wait until tonight. I hope that this actually gets me somewhere, but I won't doubt him. Around five o'clock I head downstairs to eat dinner and then take my shower. I tell my parents good night and head to my room and lock the door. I get down on my knees by my bed, "Dear God, I have come forth to ask you for forgiveness..." and so on I keep praying really hard and then I finally get in my bed and go to sleep. But I felt different I felt like I was drifting into another dimension. What is going on?