Fault. Whose was it? Lying on the ground like that. Cracks spreading out, damaging everything it touched. No one wanted it. It had to be dumped somewhere, though.
Suddenly, it seemed like the world shifted. The fault shifted, heading towards me. It opened up, and swallowed me whole. I fell into the abyss. Doubt and shame fell on me. I could have avoided it. Easily, too.
I fell and fell. The further I got, the more afraid I grew. The light above me shrank. I thought I could see people above, shaking their heads at me.
I spent so much time down there, wallowing in my own filth. I should have wanted out of this life, deep down in the dark recesses, but I just couldn't muster up the strength.
Then you came down, a shaft of light from the tall ceiling. You descended like an angel, dressed in white. There was an almighty crash as you landed. I sprung forward and grabbed your hand, and I was lifted out of the gloom.
Thank you, my dear.