Amy: The Girl Who Waited -Part Two
The rain pattered softly against the asphalt. I stood there, alone, my hair dripping with rainwater.
Where was he?
He told me to meet him here about a year, three months and two days ago. I've been waiting ever since. But I've never been more desperate to find him than I was now.
Dropping my hoodie to the ground, I fled the parking lot. I ran and ran, out from the small town I'd come to. I abandoned my car, my home, and possibly my life. I didn't care. I ran away from it all, oblivious to the people I'd hurt or the things I'd given up on.
The rain was making the bare dirt sludgy. My sneakers kept slipping out from under me, and my tears mingled harshly with the onslaught of precipitation that had exploded above me. By this time, I was deep in the woods. Maybe he'd come to hide here. But what could The Doctor hide from?
I knew the answer before I even thought the question. Nothing. It almost felt as if my heart was flaming and my mind slowly shutting down into numbness.
"Doctor!" I screamed his name over and over in the midst of the downpour. "Doctor!" I dropped to my knees in the mud and covered my face with my marked hands. I couldn't stop it.. As hard as I tried, I would look for The Doctor, then I would look down, and my arms would be riddled with lines upon lines… And my marks always increased, even if I washed myself completely clean of them. They were consistently watching me. And I could feel them… Even now. When I needed him most.
I shrank myself into the forest floor, and curled around my inked arms. I cried heavily as the weather washed the salt water from my face. It was hopeless. Then I heard a distant wheezing, moaning sound. So familiar…
When I finally looked up, a blue smudge had materialized in the distance. A man leaned against it, too far off to see his face.
But I knew who it was.