So, I am already doing a Who story, but I had some ideas for a brand new one which I really wanted to bring to life.
"What do you mean I'm fired?."
"I'm sorry, Emma. Believe me when I tell you it's nothing to do with your level of workmanship. I've loved having you here, but business hasn't been good for a while now. I have no choice but to close this place. I'm sorry," Lucy sighed, her hand finding mine, squeezing it gently yet firmly, the pain evident in her dark brown eyes.
I just nod, squeezing her hand back, it being impossible to prevent the tears breaking free, feeling them run down my cheeks, letting her hand go so I can wipe them away with the back of my palms. I end up gathered up in a hug, my own arms wrapping around her waist, closing my eyes, breathing in her all too familiar Chanel no.5 perfume.
What the hell am I gonna do now?. This was the third job I've had in less then two years. I don't think I could face yet another five or six months searching for a new one ending up let down time and time again. I thought I'd found the job of my dreams at The Book Shack, having always been in love with books and reading. I couldn't believe my luck when I'd been taken on eight months ago.
Deep down, I knew the store was in trouble, business having been slow, very few people walking in and even less buying anything. Guess it just couldn't compete with the online book stores and the much larger book shops. And that hurts just as badly as if I'd lost family.
"What...what are you going to do once you close this place?," I asked, pulling away from her, accepting the tissue from her, using it to wipe my eyes then giving my nose a good blow.
"That's another thing I need to tell you. I'm, umm, moving to America. I'm gonna live with Glenn and his wife Stacey for a few months," she explained, wiping her own eyes.
"You...you are?. That's great."
"Well, we haven't seen each other for two years so it'll be good for us. And he rang me last night, told me Stacey is pregnant. So I'm gonna be an auntie."
"Really?. That's fantastic news. You...you will keep in touch though, right?."
"What?. You think I'd forget you that easily?. Who else am I gonna talk to about Doctor Who?. You know my brother can't stand it," she grinned making me snort.
"I'm sure you could convert him!. When are you planning on going?."
"In a month once I sort my affairs out. I've got a little something for you," she smiled, pulling a box out of her desk drawer which is tied with a dark blue ribbon handing it to me.
I sighed taking it off her, my hand trembling a little, untying the ribbon pulling it off the box, opening it, gasping a little. It's a necklace, the chain silver, a teardrop shaped stone hanging in the centre, a pale orange colour making me think of peaches, it feeling quite heavy when I lift it up.
"Wow, this is...beautiful," I murmured, looking up at her then pulling her into another hug, not able to keep the sob from breaking free, her sobs making my own heavier.
-x-
I don't know why, but I've always found graveyards to be probably the most beautiful places in England. I would often find myself walking through one whenever I was feeling down, the numerous gravestones seeming to be a strange form of comfort for me. I'd lived in the small town of Grantham in Lincolnshire practically my whole life, my parents having moved us here when I was eight. It being a small town meant there was nothing much around besides countryside and a very small town centre.
My parents both passed away five years ago when I'd just turned twenty and I was an only child, my mum unable to have anymore children after me. It was a heart attack that took my dad away. My mum never seemed to recover from losing him, her joining him a year later. The pain of burying your parents so close together is something no person should have to go through.
I'd had them buried together in probably the most beautiful spot underneath a big Oak tree, my dad having always loved them. I would often end up underneath it with a good book, daydreaming mostly about me leaving this town, going on an adventure like all the wonderful adventures the Doctor goes on.
I don't even realise I had fallen asleep until I open my eyes finding it's gone pretty dark, inwardly cursing feeling a few drops fall on me, it suddenly deciding to rain meaning I was gonna get drenched. Just my luck not to have an umbrella with me!.
I get up off the ground, shoving the now pretty worn out copy of Watership down into my bag, starting to walk pretty fast, looking around me. Suddenly, I freeze, getting some kind of weird feeling hitting me, making my stomach heave, my hand moving to my forehead. That's when I see it, frowning, staring at it finding it's a few metres away from where I'm stood in the pouring rain.
"Okay, very funny. It's somebody messing about, right?," I shouted, my eyes not leaving the statue, my hands running through my now soaking wet red locks.
I just shake my head, looking away from the angel, finding there's still nobody else in the cemetery besides me. I turn back towards the statue instantly crying out finding it's moved, its arm outstretched, its finger pointing at me.
This can't be possible. Clearly I'm still asleep, this being a dream or should that be nightmare. There's no way this thing can be real and yet it's standing right in front of me. As hard as I try, I can't stop my eyes from closing, the rain dripping down into them making it hard to see.
When I force my eyes open, it's impossible not to scream, the angel's face contorted and twisted, no longer a normal angel, a few inches away from me.
"Don't blink. Don't...don't blink," I whispered, trying to keep my eyes open, keeping eye contact with the angel.
But I feel myself begin to weaken, the rain making my eyes start to sting. I grit my teeth, wincing, determined not to give up and most of all to wake up from this nightmare. As hard as I try to stop myself, I feel myself give in, my eyes closing, giving into darkness, feeling my body get taken. And I don't find myself waking up at least not in my world anymore.
