A/N: Well hey! So glad you chose to click on this lovely story, this is just an idea I formulated and would like to try out. . Hopefully you like! Any comments are greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing FanFiction about my own show. I'll leave that to Moffat.
They say we're deadly.
They warn to stay away, to fear us, to be wary when one of us is nearby, to watch for the swarm that surely accompanies.
They especially warn to not blink in our presence. Not that they need a reminder. They're always too terrified to blink. Some are even busy soiling themselves.
But what they don't realize, what they're too petrified to see, is that though they see an exterior of stone, our hearts are not made of such material. We are conscious, we feel, we see, and we suffer too.
The truth is, that no one knows what a "Weeping Angel" actually is. Not that we blame them, we haven't exactly been so kind to them, but hopelessness is a norm within this body of stone, and we've grown desperate.
So what is a "Weeping Angel" really? Well, I'll tell you. A "Weeping Angel" is a trapped soul. It is someone that was in a complicated circumstance that had no way out. A life of misery that we don't even want to begin with; and I say "Weeping Angel" because that's not what we're called. We all have names. Of course, they're never used, because we can't even look at ourselves or each other without ceasing to exist, but we have them, and like The Doctor's they'll never be heard.
Oh. That's another thing. The Doctor. The mighty savior of the universe. The one who can find a solution to any problem, no matter how ridiculously complicated, and still survive. We're probably the only beings of this universe that he has not tried to help. The only ones he hasn't apologized to, or called us beautiful, or offered his help to. The thing is that we can't do anything about it. We can't hate him, because he's right to fear us. We can't seek his help without sending it away. And we can't help ourselves because, what power do we have? And they say he's the loneliest soul in the universe.
Now, I said we had names. I meant before. Before this "life" came to be. Oh yes, we were lives back then. We used to run away from what we would soon become, and before we understood.
Now, for you to understand. (And yes, of course I'm breaking the fourth wall, I'm sort of trying to raise awareness on our problem, and see if this somehow gets to The Doctor) There's a story I need to share.
And one more thing you should know; There are many ways to cover one's eyes, and even then we don't truly have to. We weep for a reason.
A/N: I have plans for this story, and it is something I plan to develop. Thanks for reading the first step of what will hopefully be a longer story! Like I said, comments are extremely appreciated!
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