The dark pressed in on all sides.
I can't see.
But that's okay.
I've never been able to see anyway.
I'm blind.
Forever in the dark.
Forever fighting the depression.
Voices tell me not to succumb to the dark.
To find the light.
To find my way back to them.
I don't know who they are.
And there is no light.
Never light.
Only dark.
I don't know where I am.
There's something in the darkness.
I can feel it.
I don't run.
I allow it to consume me.
I can't remember.
Who am I?
It feels like so long.
So long since I've seen the light.
But I don't yearn for it.
I yearn for the darkness.
For peace.
It caresses me.
Like a mother would her child.
I love the darkness.
It signifies the end.
The long awaited end.
The end that has eluded me for so long.
I despise the light.
The light that has kept me from the darkness.
The light that wrenches me away each time I find my way back.
Each time I die.
I've lived for so many years.
I've lost count.
I've died so many times.
I never loose count.
I was haunted by the ever increasing number.
All the times I was ripped from the dark.
Ever since the number turned to 1.
I've been cursed.
She cursed me.
I can't hate her though.
It wasn't her fault.
I remember.
The never ending pain.
It has finally ended.
I'm finally dead.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
I'll get to see him again.
Just for a moment.
Just a glimpse.
Ianto.
My name is Jack Harkness.
Or at least that's what I tell others.
What I tell myself.
I'm known by another name too.
The Face Of Boe.
That's the name I died with.
Died.
Permanently.
My name is Jack Harkness.
And I.
Am Finally Dead.