A/N: A rather insane one-shot because that's how I feel at the moment. Interesting contrast between light and dark, happy and sad, all merged into one jumbled mess of a piece. Again, like 'Dwindling Memoria (A Crevice' this is formatted in ATC-style, but I like it better on its own. Enjoy, my little killers.
Clara
I'm sorry that you had to see me this way. Nose raw, eyes stinging red with gunshot wounds of emotional strain, hands shaking like the walls of a wartorn nation. Maybe we should meet again another time.
Hi, I'm Clara Eleanor Oswald and I'm so good at pretending to be happy, I could be a bloody actress.
Tonight is a delightful night of wild storms, filled with the whimsical tree-snapping wind, and I am consumed with the concept of hurting something. A burning, soothing sensation to my stereotypically cold heart. I think of my mind now like silky water, churning black-red softly with malevolent impulse.
Perhaps that is not specific enough for you. No apologies here.
Did you really think I was a normal girl?
Did you maybe even start to like me?
Did I become such a big part of your puny world?
I'm still going to watch you bleed.
Consider the meaning of my secret stare,
Of my spying your every weakness in the dark?
Tell me (in detail) of what you find there.
Did you not expect my mentality, now it's stripped down to the stark?
Yours isn't so different from mine, old friend.
I can see your screaming nights.
Or maybe I'm projecting again,
The images rushing through my own mind.
Down, down, down, you go
Gently down the stream.
Silently, silently, silently, silently.
You will not wake up from this dream.