Nobody needs me anymore.

This story is wasn't going to be my first publish actaully. I was planning on a different story called 'Renewal', but it was taking too long to be reviwed so I decided upon this story. I like that word...Upon. It sounds magical. Anyway, this is a suicidel Doctor. This is my first story so know that all of my stories harm a character in some ways. I don't own Doctor Who or BBC and i'm glad I don't. Probably screw everything up. Allons-y!

P.S. Very short story

The Doctor looked down onto the ground. It was so far away. Yet it seemed so close. The wind urged him to jump. The dirt below seemed to invite him. The dead and empty area...abandoned by it's own people...it reminded him of himself. The Last of the Time Lords reduced to such a state. A state of self-harm. A state of self-hatred. A state of death.

He couldn't remember when everything was alright. He couldn't remeber when he was happy. All he could remember is the pain. The never ending pain.

Stop this my love. Please think about this.

"My TARDIS..." ,the Doctor sighed, "I haven't any place in this universe, or any universe anymore..."

Please Theta...Understand that all the universes' need you. Everybody loves you. Including me. Think about those who love you Theta.

"The universes' haven't needed me in a long time. They can survive without me..."

But they can't Theta.

"Stop calling Theta..."

Never. You belong to me. As I to you. Imagine if you dissapered. All those other people who you belong to. All those other people who belong to you. What would Rose, Martha, Donna, or Jack think?

"Rose it gone! Martha has a life! Donna doesn't even know who I am! And Jack is taking care of Torchwood!"

Rose Tyler traveled across parallel worlds to find you, Martha Jones met the love of her life because of you, Donna Noble saved all of the universe with you, and Jack changed all of Torchwood in your they did they did for you!

"They don't need me anymore." ,The Doctor stepped closer to the edge of the roof top. He looked down upon the red soil of the forgein planet. Ready to jump. Ready to die.

Theta, please! Don't!

"Goodbye my love."

Theta!

Hi, this is the end of the story. Making a sequal. Yay? or Nay? You tell me. Remember the more comments you leave the better your feel!