Author's Note : Sorry it's taken so long to upload I was struggling to decide how to go with the piece. I hope you enjoy it.
River lay in the darkness , her head pounding with every breath and her stumach constantly reminded her she was starving. She figured sleep would help but she had forced herself to stay awake they had managed to break her while she was concious imagine what they could do to her when she was unconscious.
The Doctor lay the bed he used to share with River. The room smelt of her perfume and her clothes were draped over the chair by her dresser as if she would return any minute. He clung to the sheets imagining himself lacing his hands through her hair and stroking her caramel skin. He was certain he would find her but he knew that it would not be the same he had promised her he would protect her and she believed him. How would she ever trust him again.
She lay on the cold floor for hours clinging to anything that would keep her concious but eventually she drifted to sleep.
~She was running through endless coridoors stumbling as she ran. She was young no more than around six and he was there behind her. " Come back Melly it's just me. " He beckoned in that poisonous voice. She hid in a small vent. He was just outside waiting for her to come out. She sat their frozen and afraid waiting for someone to save her. For him but he did not come.~
River woke screaming and panting with salty tears falling from her cheeks. Minutes later she calmed down a little and began replaying the dream . It suddenly came back to her, who those people were . How could she have forgotten they took her as a child from her Mother's arms, a Mother who never cradled her again. Amy had been her best friend but not her Mother and she had always felt resentment over that, she never got her happy ending why did everyone else.
The Doctor drifted off to sleep whilst lay on River's scented pillow.
~She was screeming. Her golden locks covered in blood, her arms shackled to the wall. She was calling his name, pleading for him to help her but he couldn't he had to watch as his beautiful River was tortured, manhandled, raped and killed. He just watched.~
He woke screaming trying to tell himself it was a dream but deep down wondering if it was really his future. He couldn't shake the dream off seeing those men with their hands all over her, holding her like he wished he could. He was almost jelous. He walked to the console room and brought up a projection of her longing for it be her. He couldn't help but cry wondering what was happening to his wife. Wondering if he could even call her that anymore.
Author's Note : Sorry it's so sad. Any suggestions welcome. Thank you x
