A/N: A little something I wrote during 'Free-Write Friday' at school. There's not much to say, except I don't own Doctor Who or any of it's characters, and I don't own the song Nightmares(which you should listen to). ANDIAMO!

Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering, it's not enough to save the day, I can't escape my nightmares. –Nightmares, by Chameleon Circuit.

Running. Running from myself, from the nightmares that make me real. It's getting hard to tell between nightmares and reality. My reflection runs alongside me, though there is no mirror.

"It's your fault," it says. "You shouldn't have done that. They're dead and it's your fault."

I scream till I'm hoarse, but it only gets stronger. As it drips poison in my ears, I'm feeling unsure. Am I the reflection and it the reality? Who is there to tell me when I've run too far?

"They're all dead. Except for you. Ever thought about how that happened?" it hisses.

No, it's not my fault. That wasn't meant to happen. Then I'm falling. Falling through the shadows, until I hit a liquid mirror. I stare out and it stares back.

"I'm real," it says, "not you."

Dreams have showed me who I am, a danger to myself. Words and laughter wearing thin, breaking this disguise. –Nightmares, by Chameleon Circuit.

A/N: I've been writing angsty stuff lately. R+R or I'll set one of the Doctor's nightmares on you.