"What do we do while this happening?" came an American voice. "We have demons and everything banging on the door!"
"We have to wait. We can't leave until she's…"
A hand was placed on my face and I sobbed, trying to keep the scream down. The hand was smooth yet rough. Strong and calculating. I sobbed and turned my head into it.
"Let us go." Spoke the deep British voice. "Let go."
"No!" I sobbed, biting my lip. "It won't happen! NO!"
"Let us go!" he snapped, shaking me slightly. "Do this. For us. For you…For me."
It hurt everywhere. So many memories I wanted to hold onto.
Hold onto so tightly I thought my mind would explode. They meant the world to me. They were my family when mine left. When I was all alone, I looked to them for comfort and a good talk. They were my everything. My world.
"My family." I whispered. "I don't want to lose this. Please….don't make me."
A kiss was placed on my forehead and I sobbed louder.
"Let go."
And then I screamed. I screamed all my pain and agony away. I screamed until I could feel nothing. Until I felt spent. Until…until I forgot.