I begin to writhe and jerk, but strong arms, bloodied from my gashes and wounds hold me down.

"You need to calm down, John." A deep, re*censored*uring voice says from above me, though I hear them through deaf ears. I continue to flail in mental pain.

"No! I want her back!" I cry out, stopping suddenly and staring up at my captor with wide, unseeing eyes.

You have to get away, John...

Oh my god. It's her. I look around wildly, hope flaring in my chest. But she isn't there.

You have to get away...

I'm hearing voices in my head. Her voice, to be exact. I loved it. I began to remember her face, her laughter, her caring brown eyes. But then, I realized if I got away, she would disappear. So I held still.

John, run away! Her sweet voice called out to me, frantic.

But I didn't care. I didn't care I was disturbed.

I had her.