Excuse me.

Theodore didn't like to do maths, maths sat on his head and bumped it until it was blank, he, he certainly didn't like maths. Theodore didn't like his friends they insulted his tired eyes and bumped his head until he felt sad, no he certainly didn't like his friends. His dad was far away and his mother even more so, though she was so far away Theodore could only dream of her. Theodore had one good friend though, her name was Helen and she was a tiger from Siberia though Theodore was vaguely aware she wasn't real, he didn't like to think about that. Helen was huge and she kept him safe at night, she told him stories of cold nights and fearsome bears and when it was time to sleep she'd lay down beside Theodore and keep him warm, though she wasn't really there, but shh.

One day when Theodore woke up his dad was sitting in his arm chair but he wasn't really there, he'd gone as far away as mum... Theodore sat in the corner of his livingroom, Helen licked up his tears and wrapped her tail around him, though she wasn't really there. Now, nothing was.