It was at my lowest point when I took every pill in the cabinet. After some convulsions and the room spinning, I collapsed, and hoped my pain was over.
Instead, I found myself on a rugby field, like the sort I saw in Australia on my gap year. Except the grass was black, the sky was blacker, and there was a figure of white bone in a cloak of the blackest by a football.
"If you score a goal, I will take you."
I stared, then lined it up, ran, and kicked.
I was nowhere near the posts.
Yet again.
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