Don't Let Me Go. (AU H. S.)

Chapter 2

I felt warm, hot tears running down my face as I finished talking about the painful memory.

"Ms. Davis? Ms. Davis, I know it hurts remembering the past, especially when it's painful but this helps you one step closer to recoverin-"
Recover? No, if anything this just opens up the painful wound again. I'm done reopening wounds. So. Done.

I felt my anger boiling as I abruptly stood up from my chair, almost knocking it down. Also cutting Allison off.

"Recover?!" I roared angrily, "No, you don't get it! No one ever will!"

Allison startled by my sudden actions, stood up from her desk warily, clenching her notepad and pen in her hands.

"Ms. Davis, please calm-"

"No!" I screamed, quickly turning around, grabbing my chair and throwing it at Allison's desk.

"No, no no no!" I shouted as Allison called security for help.

Security guards quickly entered the room, running toward me, grabbing me and harshly pulling me out of the room.

"Stop, you don't understand!" I screamed as the guards threw me back into The room. I call it that because it doesn't feel right calling it 'my room' because it's not home. It never well be.

I quickly dashed toward the white door just as it closed, blending in to the walls white walls just like everything else in this room. "No, please! Please, please, please take me out of here! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I sobbed as I banged my fists on the door. I continued sobbing uncontrollably as I slid down the door, clenching my bleeding knuckles. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I thought as I stared at the blank white walls. The walls that keep me inside this ugly, lifeless room. The room that is driving me insane. Keeping me from home. Keeping me from Him. Home doesn't have an address, I heard his deep raspy voice whisper in my ear as I remembered him wrapping his arms around me to pull me closer to his chest as he pressed light kisses all around my face. Making me giggle and press my lips against his. He's right, I thought as I felt my mind slowly slipping from the memory and into unconsciousness, just like every time that I break down. He was my home, my home that was never actually mine.