If it's Torchwood, I don't own it. Thank you, Mr. Davies for this show. :-D
As I said before, the prompt comes from the set2music prompt table of my own making. The song lyrics belong to whoever wrote them (I don't know all of them, of course), and the characters to themselves!
Author: Chrissy/MayQueen517 (On LJ)
Rating: Low PG
Word Count: 161
Prompt 42: Oh darkness, I feel like letting go
She dreams of death and blood and the times when she can't distinguish dream from reality. It surrounds her, coming from inside and the outside.
She thinks she must have stopped sleeping for a while. Or she just never woke up, still still can't tell.
Work becomes a blur (or is it her dreams that speed by her?) as she begins to think she's losing her mind. Cool metal soothes the heat of blood flowing over her hands; another poor sod she couldn't save. Wouldn't save.
"I'm worried,"
"You should be,"
She remembers telling him this, seeing the disbelief in his eyes as he pulled her to him, not knowing that underneath her skin and crawling like a parasite was something that left her weak and terrified. Suzie could remember shaking like an addict in need of her fix and then, oh then, she'd looked to her left.
And the Glove caressed her in the way only a well-known lover could and it made the fear tremble.