The Cry of My People

by Jade Johanson

The Doctor had a psychic connection with his people, and yet when he destroyed them, that was gone. This is written from his perspective, maybe alone sometime in the TARDIS, mourning over what he had lost, and yet knowing he had to go on. -Analee Marie

p style="text-align: center;"I could hear them. I could hear them cry out. I could hear every thought, every emotion, every feeling. And although I was alone in my task, knowing they were there comforted me. No matter how much they may shun me in the end, they're ALIVE. The TARDIS was right, those many years later, about how sad the word alive is. Because I knew, oh how I knew, when I pressed that big red button they would no longer be alive. So, so lost. So, so gone. I could never go back. And yet I pressed it. That big, red button of doom. And with one fading shriek, I could no longer hear them. I really was alone. Alive...Alive...Alive... How blessed and cursed alive is. Because it's oh so sad when it's over. Oh so sad. But I've closed that door in my mind now. Because I have to be alright. I have to be okay. If I'm never not, if I let the past torment me... I will lose my one weapon. I have nothing to gain and nothing to lose. I'm the Doctor. And I must carry on./p
p style="text-align: center;"-Analee Marie/p