"It's okay, you're okay", he said soothingly sliding his hand down my hair. I tried to brake loose but he grasped me tighter and I was unable to move. "Let me go!" I yelled "I need to go home. Stop touching me". With this he held on even more. I couldn't help it any longer I felt the tears coming down, but I felt no emotion no grief. I was gone and didn't think I could be brought back.......