Don't Forget

Inspired by Don't Forget by Demi Lovato. Set pre-A Spectre Calls. One-shot, told by Mitchell to Annie.

Did you forget, Annie? Did you forget George and me? I'm sitting here in purgatory, waiting for them to decide my fate. The men with sticks and ropes are here. There scary, Annie. They shouldn't be scary. Not to me. I'm here, waiting for hell to come. They've allowed me to watch you. They must think it's a kind of torture to me. They're partially right. Part of me is thankful that I still get to look at you, hear your voice. Part of me wishes they would take me to hell already because it can't be much worse than watching you be happy without me.

Have we been replaced? Just another vampire and werewolf to fill your void? I don't want our void to be filled. I know I sound selfish, and I really am, but I don't want you to get over me. Or George. Tom is nice, but he's the exact opposite of George, a clueless child. Hal, well I don't know what you see in him. He's done so many terrible things, Annie. He's done things that make the Box Tunnel 20 look like cutting in the grocery line. I'm scared. I'm scared you'll be hurt, Eve will be hurt. I'm scared we'll be forgotten, tossed aside like broken toys.

Do they dull your pain? Do they help you forget? I'm praying they don't, Annie. It made the one thousand years I spent with no other purpose than to fulfill my hunger worth it as long as I had you. Now, I'm not so sure I do. I don't want you to get over me. You were my only real love, Annie. Sure I loved Josie, but not the way I love you. You're my soul mate, if I even have one anymore. That's the funny thing about being a vampire, when you lose your soul, you lose your soul mate too. But I think that somehow, I found mine again. You make me feel like I never lost my soul, like I'm human again.

It scares me so much; the thought of you forgetting me breaks my fragile black heart. It belongs to you, you know. Please don't do that to me Annie. I've suffered enough without losing you completely. Did you forget everything we had? The hope that was shaped into that tacky, garishly pink house on the corner of Windsor Terrace? The hope that was you, me, and George against the world? George says hello by the way. He and Nina are already in heaven. I know you won't get this message, but it hurts less when I talk to you. It's funny, because I'm the one dead and gone. I love you Annie. Please don't forget that. Don't forget.

Love,

Your Mitchell