-Imaginary Friend
Everyone said she was crazy, a lonely eight-year-old living in a new town who didn't know anyone. They claimed it was her wild imagination. Nobody believed that the Raggedy Doctor could exist. But, he did.
Four psychiatrists couldn't convince her that he wasn't real. It didn't matter that he wasn't logical or sane. It didn't matter that wooden blue boxes could not fly across galaxies. Because in his world, they could.
She was living her dream, traversing the galaxies and timelines with the Doctor, but her dreams were now haunting her. She began to wonder who the strange man was after the third dream. Amy couldn't understand why she would invent him. He wasn't handsome or clever. He wasn't exciting. He was a nurse with simple, sandy blonde hair.
She didn't ask the Doctor about him. She didn't feel the need to, until she found the red box hiding in his jacket pocket. It was the same red box from her dream. It was the red velvet box that held her engagement ring. Why did the Doctor have it?
What happened to Rory?
Amy was a time traveler; she should be able to remember him. Maybe she was going crazy. Maybe everyone in Leadsworth was right. It was only a matter of time.
'What aren't you telling me?'
He shifted, and Amy knew that she had discovered something.
'What do you want to know?'
Amy presented him with the ring. She dropped it into his palm, and he studied it. He took a deep breath.
'He was killed, and then he was sucked up into a crack. He never existed.'
'Why can't I remember him? Why is he only a dream?'
'You shouldn't be able to remember him at all. The fact that you're dreaming about him is a miracle in itself. You've traveled with me for quite some time now, Amy. Time doesn't affect you like it does other people.'
'But I didn't make him up.'
'No Amy. He was your fiancé, but he isn't anymore. He can't be because his parents don't remember him. His mates don't remember him. His house isn't his. You're the only one who knows about Rory Williams.'
Amy looked up at the Doctor.
'Except for you.'
He agreed. 'Except for me.'
He hugged her, and kissed her temple, soothing her.
With every night came more dreams, memories. Amy couldn't decide whether life without Rory was better than a life engaged to him, and she thanked God that she didn't have to.
Please review and tell me what you think. This is the first time I've tried to get into Amy's head. Did I do a good job?