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I have decided to further explain what I know of the the "Organization" that I spoke about in my previous deviation. Rayne still firmly believes its existence and claims that others know that it is real and are involved including his ex. I have found little to support his claims but there is always part of you that wonders. According to Rayne, this Organization was created under the Bush Administration after 9-11. He was recruited in high school after being denied access to the other armed forces because of his epilepsy. The Organization would bring in younger teens and young adults and train them in the art of observation and the spy stuff

The invisible incident was one of many signs that I should have just gotten up and left. I have to kind of a heart some say. Instead of calling his mother or suggesting Rayne get mental health treatment I foolishly let it slide and tried to treat it with alcohol. The voices grew worse as his vacant stares grew longer and longer. He soon threw weed into the mix claiming alcohol and weed helped diminish the voices. I only encouraged it while my own life and education slide down a bottle of vodka. In between our drunken spurts Rayne loved to play music and write. Some of my happiest memories were helping him create songs as he played. I wrote t

Amanda disappears and her words further vanish from my mind. Instead my mind is busy with school and my newest friends. Rob and Bruce, a gay couple and Rayne's roommates, were a never ending source of entertainment. Eventually, however school started to become less and less intriguing and my list of new comrades and drunken memories got longer and longer. It seemed we drank all the time. Vodka was our drink, perfume, and medicine. Rayne was always great entertainment while drunk. He wandered around in his underwear doing the most strange things. One of the greatest memories was when he disappeared one evening and I found him shampooing his le

Our dinner went along well enough while we exchanged pleasantries and the usual information. Rayne was a cashier at Walgreens and was hoping to continue college soon after he was done taking a break. He seemed so normal, perhaps that was the hormones at the time covering the danger signs saying stay away. I obviously was blind to them and when I reflect now I can see some of my mistakes. The little comments and pauses at certain questions. The lapses in his memories that only Aya seemed able to provide the full story to. The past is the past however and there is nothing I can do to warn myself now. We ended the evening in true college fashi