Where To Start

He cupped his hands around the glass of water to try give him something to hang onto, to calm himself down. He shut his eyes and bowed his head, deep in thought, trying to through it all away. Impossible. Conflicting voices in his head argued all day and night, giving him no rest or silence. It was frustrating. He couldn't piece together a single coherent thought and there were some things he couldn't remember at all. Why he was here, for instance. If he could just take back that day, or just redo a few years... maybe he'd missed something vital to his life along the line. Now he had to try and fix his errors with no way of knowing where to start.

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