This beginning was sent to me by whotChoca and it seems that she wanted a depressing story. So I'll aim for that.

She wrote:

"Sometimes, I just walk around that park and I remember him. How tall and stupid he used to be, how his dark eyes had a glow when they were looking at something he just deeply admires. I can remember his curly hair being ruined by the powerful autumn wind, the season when I met him.

But, nothing is ever lasting so all ended up in that cursed rainy day of almost endind summer..."

Let's see how I can mess this up.

After the car accident where both of my parents died, I was alone. I didn't have friends nor family, I didn't have a job, all I had was the never ending sadness. I lived my life alone, the darkness slowly eating away whatever was still keeping me alive.

The voices in my head that always sounded like my parents were turning into my own dark thoughts, telling me to 'give up' and 'end this mess'.

At some point, the knife wasn't enough to shut them up. I was cutting my arms over and over and over and over but they. Did. Not. Shut. Up.

It didn't take long until I found myself standing at the train tracks, waiting for the train to pass through and help me out of this.

I heard the rattling coming closer and got ready to make the last step forward. The one step that would bring me to my parents. The light of the train illuminated my face and the moment I was longing for arrived.

I closed my eyes and felt the hit to the right side of my body. But that wasn't the train. It wasn't the salvation every part of my brain was craving for.

As I opened my eyes I found myself laying on the ground, the train passing through inches in front of me.

At that time it felt like my only way out was blocked by whatever pushed me to the ground. With a bark he got my attention and started licking my face.

The dog with black curly fur that looked like it was living on the streets for quite a while. Just as me he was alone. But he didn't give up. He even hindered me from giving up.

I couldn't help myself, I had to help him. I myself know best how it feels to be left alone.

I bought some food and took the dog home. I washed his dirty fur and then took him to a vet to get him checked.

After being saved by this dog, he became my pet, my friend, my family. He became my everything.

The voices on my inside were suppressed by barks of the only living creature that I cared about. They were, until that cursed rainy day of almost ending summer.

The storm wasn't stopping and my best friend wouldn't calm down. Lightning and thunder were his biggest fears and would give him restless anxiety.

A loud thunder growled and he got scared and ran.

He ran outside and I couldn't catch him. I was running behind him, with the lightnings above us.

He was out of control and didn't pay attention to where he was heading. He crossed streets and then was running towards a train track.

A train track I remember well.

I remember the noise of the train coming, and the light shining into my eyes. Just like now.

But it wasn't me on the tracks. It was my only family, and I wasn't able to save him.

Right there were we met for the first time, was also our last time.

It didn't take long for my voices and dark thoughts to come back. There was nothing to suppress them anymore.

Once again I found myself standing at the train track, trying to find a way out.

Once again the train came, and I closed my eyes.

But I didn't go.

The train passed and I was still standing there. Because all I saw when I closed my eyes, was that happy dog running through the park with me.

This is what I remember when I'm walking through the park with the three dogs I have now.

The dogs that are my family and my everything. The family I need in order to suppress the voices that dwell deep inside the darkness within my brain.