Ohh chapter two Ellie wanted me to keep going so I am you know I'm talking to you anyway wonder what you all think.
2.
Clara's pov.
I smashed my lips into his a weird concoction of feelings filling my mind love, hatred of how imperfect I am, sadness as my own boyfriend had practically murdered me 2 weeks ago. Without the doctor I have no idea where I'd be he's all I've ever needed.
Now I had him. I deepened the kiss pushing him backwards trying to take what I had desired for far too long. Full of lust, I licked his bottom lip begging for entrance and when he refused I just nibbled on it. He must have only just realised what I was trying to do because he slowly pulled away.
"I-I-I'm sorry" I mumbled my hands becoming very interesting.
"Hey it's not your fault," said the doctor lifting my chin up so I was staring into his pretty pale green eyes.
"But it is..." I started
"How the hell is it your fault it's mine Clara!" The doctor cut me off yelling loudly
"It's always my fault." I whispered
"Now then who tells you that?" The doctor asked
"Everyone ever pretty much." I mumbled wringing my hands together and analysing my feet.
"Clara you can't let them get you however down you get there's always someone who cares. I know I'm probably useless at this but seriously whatever happens you can't let them win." He said pretty much copying my actions from earlier. I glanced at him debating within myself of what to do. I tried to speak but my voice failed me. I tried to reach across but my arms failed me. My vision turned slightly blurry and then black rings surrounded my vision closing slowly in.
"Clara?" I heard the doctor ask.
It hit me this wave of immense pain like I was being stabbed over and over and it wouldn't stop and I was screaming and the blackness was closing. I was falling and the blackness was almost all I could see. He was speaking and the blackness had closed. Now my hearing was going slight ringing filling my ears. Soon he was mumbling and the ringing was shouting. Everything hurt all over it hurt. Every last bit of me hurt. I felt wet tears dripping onto my face but knew they weren't. I knew these where my final moments. I felt massive panic at this information but everything was closing in and I knew I didn't have long. I thought of my mother and my father and everyone of importance to me ever. I dwelled on my time with the doctor and realised how happy he made me. I I could have I would have smiled. This was it I was leaving.
"What if I have?"
Then everything stopped.