Warnings: Character's death. Gore. Mental issues.
A/N 1: This is me, trying to break my writer's block. So here we go. Something mad and gory, I hope you don't mind. Let me know what you think~
I stumble backwards.
Trembling just slightly.
Because of exhaustion,
that's all,
no nervousness.
It's a rare occasion,
but I'm calm.
I raise my pale hand to look at it.
Allowing the moon beams to seep through
between my fingers.
The shivering stops.
I streak a wisp of my hair out of my face.
No matter how short,
the fight had left its marks.
The red from my fingers clings
to the red of my hair.
I don't mind.
Who cares how I look?
No-one.
Not anymore.
Not now that I'm free.
I feel my face twitching.
A result of the fight?
No,
a smile.
I check it in the mirror
opposite my bed.
The face I've learned to hate
smiles
and I smile back.
I.
Am.
Free.
Now.
That he's gone.
I try to savour this thought.
Those pieces
of thoughts.
It will take my wracked mind
some time
to put those pieces
together and find the sense
beneath them.
But it will,
eventually.
The blade is heave in my hand
so I drop it.
A distant clinging sound
on the floor of my room.
This prison.
Mum had no choice.
. .
Get her a room in a hospital,
then live on.
She had no choice.
I don't blame her.
My eyes search the ground
for the silver knife.
How careless of them
to give it to me.
How careless of him
to come here while I had it.
Dumbo.
When he'd come here,
he'd seemed so happy.
He found a way. He would take me with him.
He came to steal me but I knew better.
I didn't fall for his trick.
This time.
I came prepared.
The moonlight reflects
in the puddle on the ground.
I cross the room.
Carelessly stepping over
his body.
No second choice.
I know all his tricks.
I came prepared.
I close the curtains.
I don't like the night sky.
All those
. .
I want darkness.
The light hurts my head,
always.
That's why I had to stop him.
He was too bright.
A cup of tea.
Aspirin.
Him,
gagging,
clinging
to me.
Begging.
I get all the Aspirin I want.
My head never stops
hurting.
Funny,
isn't it.
This was the first time
the Aspirin helped me.
Then his little trick
and all the light.
All this gold
engulfing him.
Us.
I close my eyes
for a moment.
Even in my memory
his light hurts
my head.
I had no choice.
I don't blame me.
The knife was ready
and finally I could stop
the light.
I wanted darkness.
I had to make him vanish.
Erase him.
He was a star himself.
Brightly disturbing
my absolute darkness.
I've never forgotten about him.
Even though I tried.
That's why
I made him part
of my darkness.
For the first time
I look at the thing
on the floor.
Really look at
it.
Him.
In the puddle of his own blood.
It sticks to everything.
ThefloorThelongcoatThehairMyhandsMyfaceTheknife.
One single mess.
In the silence
I crouch down
to this bizarre thing.
My hands
in the wetness of the puddle.
Curiously looking
at my work
like a child.
Pale face,
coated with drained skin.
The mouth,
slightly open
as if he wasn't finished
talking.
He never was.
Donna! Don- Help me! Please, Donna!
My name.
Stuck in his throat.
His body seems oddly calm.
Like mine.
Even the eyes are hollow.
There's no light
left.
I follow his
dead gaze.
Right out of the window.
Well, if I hadn't closed the curtain.
I lie down
next to him
and enjoy his presence.
Finally,
after all these years
fearing his presence
in my mind
I can welcome him again.
Because were alike again.
Covered in blood. Broken. Hollow. Mad. Calm. Dark.
The same.
Partners in Crime.
I hope now I can forget.