Holy crap on a cracker. This is DARK. Yeah, I don't know where this came from. Enjoy anyway! Hopefully something happier soon? IT'LL HAPPEN WITH PROMTS. HONESTLY.
The Lyrics at the end are The World Is Mine (I Don't Know Anything) By Alex Day.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters mentioned. All belongs to BBC.
The rain taps lightly against her window as she slowly writes. She wants to savior this moment, as she hasn't felt this alive in such a long time. She makes her handwriting perfect, creating loops and swirls across the page. She tries not to write riddles, as she hopes her mother will be able to read it and understand, god, she hopes they understand. Her eyes flick to the dolls lying haphazardly across her desk. She picks one up lightly, trying to touch it as least as possible. She stares at it, and almost has a fleeting moment of panic. If there's any chance she would see him again…
She shakes the idea off. It's been five whole years. Five years since he left.
How could she come back from that?
Rory had left first. He couldn't take her constant sadness, because in all honesty, he was never good enough for her. She always cried, and he left because it killed him. He was engaged again. She had been invited to their wedding.
Her parents got a divorce two months after that. As soon as the fighting started, the painful memories of the yelling came rushing back. Her dad had left, moved to London. Mom wasn't alone, dating the guy from the post office. He was obviously cheating on her, but Amy didn't really have the moral power to tell her mom.
Normal life had taken its toll, and the over whelming love she had for him was too much to bear. Five whole years, and now it was ending. Her eyes turn to the chair and noose hanging loosely on a hook on her wall. She presses them shut, and turns her head to wall. The wall. The wall that had started this. She walks up to it, and presses her hand against the smooth wallpaper. Her stare is blank, rubbing soft circles where the crack used to be. Her forehead rests against it, and passion overwhelms her. She bangs her hand against it repeatedly, crying softly to herself. She feels like a child, lost and unsure.
The rain picks up, and she realizes she's waited too long.
She breathes slowly, stepping onto the chair. The chair is old, and the splinters dig into her skin. She slips the noose over her head, and shifts until she finds herself comfortable. She goes to kick the chair.
Warm hands grasp her waist.
"Pond." He breathes, holding her tightly. Her breath catches in her throat. Is this a dream? Is this the image she gets before she dies? Him?
She meets his eyes, which are wide with fright and confusion.
"I didn't hear you come in." She whispers. His eyes are still scared, and he lets out a breath.
"I was quiet."
She breaks, and pulls the noose off her neck. She cries, falling fully into his arms, and he digs his face into her shoulder.
"I love you."
She sucks in a breath.
Her world spins, and she clutches to him for support.
"I love you too."
My strings are broken and my heart is out of tune
I wanted quiet but all I see is you
I don't know anything
I stumbled forward and you let me walk away
We both know I'll be running back to you someday
I don't know anything
The earth is spinning but my feet are standing still
And the wind is biting but I'm fighting off the chill
I don't know anything
End.