Symphony for the Lost

Nausea

"Is this a good place to get a quickie?"
"Ten bucks."
"That all? Really?"
"Yeah."
"Is it cuz you're a dude?"
"I look like a girl from that angle."
"Well, a mouth's a mouth."
I had heard that when you had sex with a person you were having sex with everybody they had ever been with.
I doubted that I would ever be able to count all the people I had given my body to let alone all the ones I'd indirectly fucked. My body hadn't been my own for over a decade.
It was the best way for me to make quick money. There wasn't anything I wasn't willing to do for some extra cash. For the right price my body could be scratched and beaten, used in any way. It's not like I had any other uses.
Day after day I let countless people have their ways with me. I don't think there was a single inch of me that wasn't fouled.
I did well for a while. I found a decent alley to shelter me next to a night club with lots of drunk people to lure in as clientele. But that was all before...

I didn't see their faces but I could hear their voices. There were three of them and I'm pretty sure they had used my services before.
One of them pinned me down and another one went through my meagre possessions in a backpack I always carried.
But the third one...
He did things no human should ever do to another. My best and only option was to bite back tears and let it happen. If I cried out nobody would hear me and if they did they'd just be wasting their time.
I was left weak and naked in that alleyway, raindrops splattering across my skin. I don't know how many times I threw up, but by the time my stomach eventually settled I was coughing up bile.
And those guys stole all my money. I couldn't replenish my nutrients...and I was too broken to make more money.
"So this is how it ends." I whispered, my voice croaking out the words. I let my head drop into the puddle of sick I had created. Tears flowed from my eyes but I didn't make a noise.
I felt myself being pulled away into darkness and I gladly followed. I couldn't help but think that I deserved this. I had done nothing but cause trouble in my life. This was just fate trying to keep me from hurting more people.
A memory came to me in that time of peril. Me and Alfred used to play under this tree in our front yard, back when things were fine and we still had parents.
I used to be more than just trash on the side of the road, but I've outlived my potential.
At least the memory of better times could accompany me to the next world.
Except...
A voice just had to draw me back.
"S-sir??" Was that accent French? No...it was different.
"Oh my god! Lars!!! Get 'elp!"
Shit.