I just don’t understand. Everything was moving forward, falling into place, and dragging me along for the ride, but now… nothing. Worse than nothing.
What am I going to do? I made all these promises that now, I can’t keep. Dozens of people are relying on me, but I can’t come through for them. I’ve lost everything.
Slowly I am drowning, dying, disappearing into nothingness. Maybe they won’t notice. Maybe… maybe I don’t really exist. Maybe everything I think is real, really isn’t. I thought what I had was real, but it wasn’t. Maybe I am hallucinating.
Oh, what am I going to do? No job. No home. No family. Nothing.
This grass is cold. My bum’s all wet from the dew. My face is burning, but I don’t know why. I don’t think I care. I just need to work out how it all went so wrong.
I smell. I need a bath. A shower. Where was that pond I passed yesterday? Why don’t they put taps in parks anymore? What caused me to be here? What did I fail to see, or do?
Dad always said I’d amount to nothin’. How did he know? “Useless as tits on a bull,” he said. “Thick as two bricks, and not much bloody smarter.” Well, I guess he was right. I can’t be too smart to have lost what I’ve lost.
There’s no way out. I’m pretty sure. I mean, what can I do? I have nothing to give, nothing to make up for everything. It was all going so well. What went wrong?
The sun’s up now. It’s getting hot. Steam’s rising from the ground as the heat boils the dew. I can’t go back there. I just can’t. They’ll do things to me I just can’t bear. The pain’s too much. I need some peace.
Oh, shit! She found me! I can’t get up. There’s nowhere to hide.
“George! What on earth are you doing here in the garden? You’re all wet, and what’s that on your face? Ugh, you smell like turpentine, what have you been up to? Everyone’s been looking for you. You were going to play the organ for the dance. Come along now, George.”
“But it all went wrong. I’ve lost everything.”
“That was years ago, George. You’ve got a nice home with us now. C’mon, the nurses will help you.”