Not entirely sure about this one. But it's up anyway. Enjoy!
They are no property of mine. Meh.
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Sarah Jane rummaged about in her wardrobe for something to wear. She had just been in a huge water fight (due to the heat inside the TARDIS) with the Doctor and Harry and was absolutely soaking wet. Even as she rummaged in the cupboard, there was water dripping all over the floor.
Finally deciding on a T-shirt and trousers she took them to the bathroom, but on her way there, she slipped and fell over, smacking her head off the ground.
"Ouch," Sarah moaned, rolling over to see what she had broken, as she had heard a smash.
It was a hand mirror. It was one that Sarah had been given by her boyfriend when she was nineteen. And it brought back some very painful memories.
She remembered the pain, rage and terror she felt. Mark had tried to rape her and although she had managed to fight him off, it had come at a price. She lay on the floor, not daring to move, blood sliding down her arm, sobbing quietly to herself. She was covered in bruises. He had punched her until she couldn't take any more. If anybody asked, she would say she fell downstairs. Sarah tried to get up, but it took some effort. After the beating she took, she could hardly walk. She rushed out of the house and down to the train station. People stared at the dark haired, slender woman, who looked as though she had been beaten up. She got on the train that would take her to Hillview Road, and never spoke of the incident again.
Sarah realised she was crying, and that she was still lying on the floor. She stood up and quickly got dressed, draping her wet clothes on the radiator and mopping up the water on the floor. Then she picked up the broken mirror, and with a last look at it, hurled what was left of it against the wall, just as Harry opened the door.
"Well
that's a nice welcome." he joked. Sarah started to laugh.
"Sorry."
"The Doctor told me to come and look for you." He
broke off and took a closer look at Sarah. "I say old girl, are you
alright?"
"Don't
call me old girl, Harry! And yes, I'm fine."
Harry wasn't
convinced but left it at that. He left the room, followed by Sarah,
who took a minute to push the painful memory down into her
subconscious.
She couldn't tell anyone. And therefore never would.
