The Horrid Lights:
My eyes widened as I took in her words. Her ruined ancient mouth seemed a thousand years older. As if the fates were coming directly to me. As if it was my death wish The old woman smiled kindly at me and turned walking back down the aisle. My fear, my horror, kept my anchored to the spot. What madness could this be?
I thought of my dream. The time lords? Gods of the sky? Weren't they extinct? It was surely impossible for the dead to come here. Wasn't it? Or could mean something big is happening. Alien's maybe? Another invasion? All I knew was to get out of that place as quickly as possible. I ran out of the room, dashing back up the streets till I heard a cry.
"Look out!" it screamed. I looked in front of me as a man ran straight into me. I collapsed onto the ground as my head clunked upon the sidewalk. Agony ran through my veins as the pierced me. I felt all the blood run to my head and my eyes fluttered as my vision disappeared. All I could feel was the ache in my stomach as I swirled into darkness.
I didn't dream. I merely sat inside myself it would seem. Unable to breathe properly or move. I only felt hands wrapped themselves around my form picking me from the street.
"Rush this one to the hospital!" I heard the cry of a woman. "No, no; I've got her," a soft voice whispered. I felt the wind caress my cheek as the being ran me across the way and settled me into a car. A heard the door clank shut and the hum of a motor began. It lulled me to into a deeper darkness. Were the pain, physical and emotional. Had no hold on me.
I awoke on a leather couch, my eyes peaking open as the harshly seemed light of a fire opened up before me. I gazed around, adjusting to the setting. It was tiny, nothing but a single couch in a small sitting room. The stone rounded fire burned brightly before me. Its warmth caressing my cheeks. I pulled myself from the couch, only to slump back down as extreme dizziness filled me.
"I wouldn't do that," a masculine voice murmured. My eyes shot up. "Doctor?" I questioned desperately. The man stepped forward. "No, I'm not your doctor; I however am a friend. My name is Patrick. What is yours?" I once again pulled myself from the couch and looked up at him. His oval face was smooth shaven and clean. His startling black eyes pierced my own. His blonde wavy hair curled up against his face. My chin dropped, I was outstounded at his beauty. I had then realize my nonexistent reply.
"Rose, my names Rose."