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I am haunted by this same dream for three nights in a row. It gets so exhausting waking up in the middle of the night calling Jake's name. as iF it will bring him back. I don't have many options on who to go to with this dream for help. I have no choice but to try and talk to Meg.

...This won't go well, I haven't heard from her since she stormed away thinking I have been with another girl. I can't possibly call her. I have to man up and go to her house. I am not looking forward to this, but this is the only person I think I can trust with this situation. Even knowing she won't spread what I will tell her, I am still not completely convinced it will be a good idea.

So I get into my car and drive off to her house. Its a warm bright but surprisingly wet Thursday. Meg lives on a farm about ten miles south of where I live. The market I work at is almost a perfect halfway mark, from my house to hers. Her family all work on this huge corn farm. She is the only one her father doesn't employ. Because he claims, she is a girl she shouldn't have to work. Lucky her.

I pull up to her bright yellow house witch is surrounded by corn and a descent sized red barn holding all their equipment. Its perfect timing because everyone but her is in the field. I take a deep breath and get out of my car to knock on her door.

Meg comes to the door about thirty seconds after I knock.

"what do you want? I am not one to be juggled with another girl" She hisses.

"There is no other girl meg, I am here to talk to you about why I blew you off that Saturday.."

Oh good, I hope you have good explanations about every other time also." She says convincingly unimpressed.

I am not one to beat around the bush, It's now or never. I have no idea what response I will get.

"Have you ever heard of" I pause and swallow my words I am about to say."Have you ever heard of F.y.R.

"...What?" She says almost sounding angerly.

"Have you ever heard of F.Y.R." I reply.

"Yes. Who told you? Why are you bringing this up. I thought Nobody else knew. Why are you asking me this. Who sent you to talk to me about this? She says desperate for answered.

"Nobody sent me, my best friend died from it, or at least I think he died from it, along with another friend I found out about on last Saturday.
Only I don't think they are gone, its weird, I think they might be able to be brought back."

"You are wrong, they can't be brought back. None of them can, None of them will. I don't want any part of this. Just don't even bring this up. You can't bring them back. ...Not even my brother. To think you can is insane, and a suicide mission."

"I am sorry, I didn't know you lost someone also."

"Get out of here, we are done talking. Go find someone else to convince. For the record, just don't come around anymore. I can't even stand to look at you. Not after today, Not after about bringing up F.Y.R. Just get out of my head. and get out of my life."

she slams the door in my face. I just stand there for a moment trying to try and take in what made her possibly made her react that way. She obviously is hurting also. from the same hurt I am. I will respect her space. But I can't let her try and take on this pain alone. Its consuming. and deteriorating. I got to see if I can help her. Because helping her means helping myself also.