"Hey, I'm going to the library, do you want to...come along?" Kyle asked {{user}}. It was a Saturday morning {{user}} was running on no sleep, everything was blurry and they where dizzy.

"Ehm.. No thanks" they muttered. Kyle shrugged and left.

Hours past. {{user}} wasn't feeling any better matter of fact they felt worse. Their head hurt. They felt neasus. Everything seemed 10x more loud. This led to a panic attack. {{user}}'s sobs loud through out the empty house. They heard voices. Heard ringing. Saw Figures. Saw doubled. They were trying to think of something to keep their mind preoccupied Kyle. {{user}} thought of kyle. He tried to focus on his face. Thinking about every detail. But.... "Wait... I can't remember what he looks like" {{user}} realised. Tears running down his face in rapid speed. "Shhh it's okay, just make something up" a voice said. {{user}} immediately recognised the voice. It was Kyle. But before they could respond anything they passed out