Well, I don't really know how to do this and this may turn out all wrong but I want to tell you about my friend.

No, I'm not mental. And no, I didn't imagine this.

He came to me when I had no one left(or so I thought since I don't talk to anyone about my problems). At first I was scared that he was going to hurt me, and I was almost convinced that I had finally gone insane.

He was there with me for three days. His white suit was always clean and wrinkle free, as was his tie. Also, he had no face, like his distant cousins. What I thought of him and his faceless kin changed the first night.

His name is Jeagerman, though he prefers if I call him Jeager for short. I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare that I've been having, and he was sitting on the edge of my bed.

Reaching out a long arm, he placed his hand on my head and I heard a soft voice in my head. 'I've been watching you for a while, and I've seen you suffer from your dreams. Why not tell anyone?' I remember him ask clearly. I told him that they wouldn't understand, because they wouldn't.

He comforted me for the rest of the night, and I remember falling asleep with his hand on my head. When I woke up, there was a note on my pillow that said "I'll see you again tonight"

For the next two night, I spilled out all of my problems to him, and he listened without saying a word. The night he left he told me 'Look at the bright side. If thing's can't get worse, they can only get better.'

Since he told me that, things have been getting better. He told me that we'd meet again, but I have yet to.

As I said before, I'm not mental, and I'm not lying. Jeagerman is my friend. And this was my story about our meeting.