Basically I'm not okay at all so I wrote this to cope with my emotions.

I don't own Doctor Who, the BBC has that privilege.

EDIT: I fixed the formatting and added one or two more sentences for maximum heartbreak. You're welcome.

Clara!

Where am I?

Why did Ashildr send me here?

Maybe…

Maybe I will find who or what is responsible for you. If I do, I'll- I'll...

I'm sorry. You told me not to get revenge. But you and I both know that I'm terrible at following directions.


This place is terrifying.

I am scared.

I wish you were here, Clara.

I need a hand to hold. I need your hand to hold.

I reach for your hand. I always forget it's not there.


Clara…

Why do I bother anymore?

I haven't been here for more than a few weeks, and I know for a fact that I haven't traveled through time.

So why does it feel like it's been a billion years?

Is it because you're gone?

Does time drag on without you?

I'm so alone Clara. It's me and this monster. But what should I be more afraid of, the monster that stalks me day and night, or myself?

Skulls. Everywhere.

Who was here before me, who died here before me?

Did it hurt?

Tell me, Clara, does dying hurt?

Of course you can't answer that. You're not even here.

But you are. As long as I'm alive, you'll be here with me. This mess, this nightmare, I'm not going through it alone.

You told me not to get revenge. But I can't help it. You weren't supposed to die. I will find exactly who is responsible for this and I will make them pay.


I give up Clara.

You're gone. You'll never be back. I'll never get to run with you again. I'll never feel your hug again.

Why do I realize this now?

I give up.

This is the end of me.

I'm going to die here, alone.

If I die, at least I'll get to be with you.

But wait…

I see you now. Hear you, feel you.

"Get up off your arse and win."

I will.

At least I'll try.

I'll try to win this. For you.

The teleport. Maybe I will burn and die. Or maybe I can try again. It's worth a shot.

We are incredibly clever.

I pull the lever.

Oh Rassilon, it hurts.

This is death. It burns.

I will join you now-

Clara!

Where am I…

That's... That's it. You get the point of the story, I hope.