Every time I look into the sky, I do think about something. It's like something is there in my memory, but I can't grasp it. Like I can see it, yet not be able to touch it. I suppose it's rather like the moon. Unless you had a spaceship that is, or something blue, and square. Ow my head hurts. Donna stop thinking about that you numpty. But then again, that something blue and square, its something I can see, but I just can't touch it. It doesn't make any sense to me at all. I go out drinking with my friends as any person would, and Bam, something would just come into my head and leave again in an instant, without me ever knowing what it was.
Gramps, bless his heart and soul, shrugs it off. Tells me I'm just imagining things. I tell him I'm not, but then my head begins to hurt, like it rather is now. Pills don't help it either, it just makes it worse. Can you imagine it? Pills make it worse, it's my worse nightmare, I'm telling you. Yet Gramps, he spends all his time at the allotment, looking out towards the moon, trying to find things, I swear he's trying to find someone, but Gramps never tells me anything anymore. Something has changed him, something I don't know about. Mind you, all this drinking, I barely remember anything.
And then there's all these dreams. I swear if I have another one, and my head hurts that much again. I will not sleep ever again. That headache was so bad. But I can't remember anything of that dream, apart from these words 'Earth Girl'. It's not like those words mean anything. I could put it into context as to whatever I'm thinking about has something to do with space, and aliens. Owwwwww my bloody head. Ok, maybe not aliens. Maybe my headache will stop if I get it right? But then again, every single women on the Earth is technically 'Earth Girl' so it's not exactly helpful information for me to go by is it? And well, Mum is being Mum, ignoring everything I say. Because that's my mum for you. She doesn't listen to me, she never has done since my dad died. And with Gramps telling me I should forget about it, it really doesn't make sense.
And the worst one of all. The most confusing part, is the money. Hang on. I didn't win the Lottery Jackpot on my wedding day. Oh yes I did. But it was a wedding present. And no-one knows who its from. I think it's from Gramps, but they deny it. Maybe that has something to do with this memory blank I've got. But I tell you something, I'm going to find this memory, I'm going to retrieve it. Then I'm going to find the someone who got rid of it, and kill him. Because it's giving me all these bloody migraines. And I've had enough of them. One day, I'm going to be able to touch that blue box, and then the truth will come out, it always bloody will.
I so need an Aspirin right now, if only they worked on my bloody head. I swear something is wrong with me…
One shot, Donna trying and failing miserably to work out what's happened, I love how she gets so close, then slips away from the idea, with the headache (rather like Dumbledore from Harry Potter in the fourth film). Review please? You know you want to!