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It's a beautiful spring Saturday night. All is calm, peaceful. dreamlike even. Perfect jacket weather, the type where you throw a picnic in a meadow secluded from the rest of the world and just gaze at the stars. With a significant other and just lay next to each other feeling ones each and every heartbeat and breath as you just sit in perfect blissful silence and without a thought in your mind to keep you preoccupied with your perfect surroundings.

That's what I believe to be a perfect night, But right now I lay in bed alone staring at my makeshift glow in the dark stars waiting for something to just pick me up and take me away from here.

My name is Avery, I am a nineteen year old slender kid with short black hair blue eyes with tons of dreams with no way to achieve them. I was raised in a city called Akron and recently moved too the country a small town called Hillsdale after a long stung out list of events. Before the move or what I call the "separation" I was surrounded by many friends and was doing everything that I believed to be right. It took me many months of solitary confinement due to self punishment to realize how wrong I was.

I guess I will give a better introduction to myself, by describing my past. I never fully recovered after watching my best friend pass away in my arms. It was an accidental drug overdose. I was the one who obtained them. and was the one to plan to have my friend Jake try a new drug they call FYR. Felinroyosepropimeme. Witch I was introduced too a few months before I wanted to bring him into the craziness of things. Many call it Fear. For that is a common side effect and its almost to ironic with its acronym sounding out that word.
It is supposed to make you see "things" that don't actually exist. Everything inside your dreams seem to come to life. From dream dates to the worst of your nightmares. That is exactly what it did to my best friend Jake. Me, when I took it,it just seemed as I was walking through wonderland with an exotic and otherworldly environment. All I intended was for us to have fun. I had no idea the inevitable would happen.

Jake was a kid who I would definitely say he could put up a fight. He had an intimidating effect, he weighed about 200, witch was all muscle. and shaggy brown hair that he rarely ever combed. He was shy by nature, the quietness he showed when around a lot of people is why many people were kinda thrown off. After a while it became almost a joke, Because for one, I cannot shut my mouth. We had few things in common other than music and a few makeshift ideas we came up with when we were overwhelmed with boredom. We were always thrill seekers and we loved to just do something a bit on the dangerous side. I am pretty sure this recklessness is what led me to FYR.

We called it a drug overdose, but there was something that came to life that night after we took FYR that nobody could explain. I wish I could see what he was seeing. Because all I saw was something tearing through his flesh as he screamed and died slowly. As what ever he was seeing was devouring him. It was almost like a cannibalistic ghost. For I could not touch or grab a hold of what was killing him. I was completely helpless. This incident happened for four hours before he was gone. I was too afraid to run and try to find someone. I had to stay with him, I was soo frightened by what my eye's couldn't comprehend that I just sat there holding him as chunks of his flesh were being ripped off.

I wish I could use the excuse that I was just "Tripping" but it was his first time. I decided not to take my dose and watch it. without telling jake, I decided to give him my hit of FYR just for kicks believing he would have quite the experience. Oh, and he did.
To this day I haven't forgave myself from this event. The weird thing was after he passed away. All the marks from his skin where healed and Jake was just left in a pool of blood from no existing wounds. As if it wasn't enough watching your friend die in your arms from an invisible creature. I could not explain to anyone what had happened and in there right mind believe me.

I spent a rough week in the psych ward from post traumatic stress immediately after the Incident. To go straight to six months in jail to thirty days in rehab..

Everything was uneasy till I went to rehabilitation. I learned of others experiences with FYR . It is actually mythed to actually pull you out of this world. At the time I believed that it meant just Hallucinating. But now I think I believe I understand recounting from a few of the others experiences. None witch were even as close to as devastating as mine. But what ever murdered Jake that night was from a different dimension. Only accessible through the use of FYR....

So here I am a year later laying on my bed, after receiving a disturbing voice mail from Evan, I was best friends with him in rehabilitation. He was slender like me, blond hair green eyes. ( I think I am also a man so it's in my blood not to pay attention to vivid detail.) He was Fresh out of high school at the time. Got hooked on FYR by a girlfriend who thought it would be cool to try it. He got so addicted he would be gone for weeks. In whatever place he felt like being in other than Earth, he most likely has been there. He was like me, loved music and the arts. We could chat for days on favorite bands, artists and hallucinations we had. He was the first person I really had a strong friend like connection after the loss of Jake. It's heart wrenching to listen too... For he was experiencing exactly what Jake was experiencing Being ripped apart by God knows what.. He was in so much distress and pain I couldn't make out but a single sentence. "....The other side.... The Other dimension. ...It's real."

So here I am, wasting my perfect spring Saturday night, witch I could probably have spent with a girl of some sort. (Too bad I keep to myself and never reply to anyone's texts due to a reason unknown.) so I am stuck staring at my glow in the dark stars. Replaying the voice message over and over, once again trying to make sense of what may have happened...