Soul train

Crisis

I reached a cafe and ordered a drink. I needed to calm down after that but how could I. My house wasn't even mine. Neither was my life, all because of this horned God thing. I didn't know where to go so I went to the safest I could find, the train. I went in and slept until the morning. Surprisingly nothing bad happened until I ran out of money. Now I had to sleep in the streets. When I begged for money, I was ignored. Sometimes, I was even made fun of. My job fired me since I worked at home. All of my relatives disliked me for some reason. With nothing to turn to I tried to run... from life. I robbed a nearby butcher and was prepaired to end it all. I held up the knife to my neck. Just as I was prepared to finish the deed. A black substance covered the window across me . The knife disappeared and I sat on the wooden chair once again. I was greeted by the diety again. "You shall not end your life, it's not to your accord but mine", "Anways, left to your filthy body there's a tower, many others like you reside within". With that I was back. But not from my crisis.