(Just a note. It's Cris that's writing because Rylee doesn't remember much. I also chose the title. I hope you like it.)
"Don't go!" I pleaded desperately, dreading what would happen next. Rob simply walked out the door, towards the living room. I sat in desperation and remorse on Rob's bed. I heard her talking, but the words were discernable. I finally heard Rylee's weak, but desperate, pleas for Rob to stay. Then, silence. It all happened so quick, that I barely had time to react.
I opened the door to Rylee's room, only to see her aura turn from a light shade of orange to a dark purple. I flinched inwardly, knowing that she lost control to whatever the hell was in her. I tried not to freak out, and closed the door behind me. I leaned up against the door and slid down to the floor. I banged my head on the tile floor and cursed myself for not being faster.