The pain of each death hits me, making me cry out and fall to my knees, Gerald grabs a hold of me, I ignore everyone else and pull on only the dead souls. Each with their own personality and memories.
“Shush baby it’s ok, you don’t need to take them all”
Gerald whispers, he doesn’t understand that I do, I can’t leave even one behind. Nobody deserves this, even though they don’t have a body they feel the pain, In Fact they feel the pain of every sacrifice that happens here everyday, they are all one but also separate.
I pull on each one, my soul cleans there’s, pulls the twists and turns out. My parents work to clear and clean the energy as I take the souls. We work fast, but it’s hard and it takes a while. But as they come to the end one soul in particular was louder than the others,
