Let Go Monologue

“Don’t let go”, She has tears in her eyes, she feels sorry me, I guess. I hold her stare. I don't feel anything right now, I want to close my eyes. I don't, I won't look away. I want her to know. I don't speak but I know that she knows what I'm thinking.
I won't if you won’t.
She's still looking right through me, holding my hand.
I won't. She says.
Good, because I was about to, I was going to be free. I don't let go, she doesn't either. She sees me flutter and gives me a nod. So, I let go, not too much, but not enough either. I feel a stab in my arm and I try to look to see what it is but my head doesn't move. She shakes her head, telling me no. Why can't I move my head?

The void is washing over me but If I can't completely let go then I won't go, but

Then I am scared.
“No. Do you have what I need?”
She comes into view, she’s wearing white.
“Oh, Eric. Enough about the paintings.” The white blurry blob walks to the other side of the room, although everything just looks like white space. The white blob comes closer to me, if she has a face, I can't see it. Just two blurry black circles where a face should be. “Eric? Do you understand why you’re here?”
I don't want to talk. I am tired. I close my eyes and hope that she leaves. I want to be alone, with my thoughts. “Eric? Have I lost you, yet again? You must pay attention; your life depends on it.” She’s speaking to me again,
She says that as if I've been found. I am still lost.
“No, quit the bullshit, and give them to me. I'm tired, restless, I want to—”
“Eric, please. Enough about the paintings already, you'll get them when you need them. Now, do you know why you're here?” I can tell she’s irritated by the grunt in her voice.
“Well, it's not so I can get the paintings. Why don't you tell me?”
“You’re here so I can help you. I want to help you remember. It’s the only way.”
Her voice is fading, I’m slipping into the void again. I am gone.