It had gone on for a further 10 minutes before he finally left. In that time Amy was helpless, terrified. Her words choked in her throat her breathing was frantic. She couldn't gulp enough oxygen into her body to attempt to calm her down. She withdrew what was left of her courage and screamed. Screamed as loud as she could, as reckless as she could, as high as she could, as desperate as she could. She needed help she didn't care who came, just someone who could stop this ordeal and let her see her husband. She screamed till she had no air in her lungs, till her headache worsened and till her throat turned dry. She then heard muffled voices, distressing calls of people freaking out, getting more feared. They new exactly what is happening to her. Amy spotted though her blurry eyes her phone on the floor as few paces from her. She stretched out her arm to try and reach it. Maybe she could call Rory...or...the police...or-

No use. The masked man knocked the phone and it slid away and hit the wall. To far to reach...


Five minutes had passed since he withdrew and left and Amy hadn't moved. She lay on the red carpet, in the middle of the room, in a cradle position. Her knees up against her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Sobbing silently, she buried her face in her knees and rocked back and fourth. She couldn't think about anything else just this horrific monster that came upon her.

The Doctor dropped her off with Rory to 'save her' from the dangers of the universe. But out of all the terrifying creatures she had battled travelling aboard the TARDIS, who'd have thought the most beastly lived upon Earth's soil. The Doctor made her loose faith in him to save her, now she is loosing all hope in ever getting free from this hell hole. But loosing faith last time saved her, so maybe it will this time?

This isn't the first time the masked man had raped anyone. That was what he was imprisoned for. Amy felt so sorry for the girls he had previously targeted. She tried to imagine what they must have gone through. How scared they were. How long it took to recover.


Rory called, then called again. Once more, twice more. No answer. Nothing. Voice mail. He dropped his phone. Dropped his arms to his lap. Tightly gripped his hands together. Sunk back into the sofa. Closed his eyes. He locked the world away. Tried to block his feelings, his thoughts, his intentions. He saw black, darkness almost smoke. Yes smoke. Black hazy smoke. From the core it started to clear and an image formed in the middle. A vulnerable flame haired girl lying on the floor. Beaten black and blue. Not conscious. Unresponsive. Lying in a pool of crimson blood. Rory started to scream, to yell at this image plaguing his mind. He panicked, the sick thoughts taking over. Could this be real? Is that what has happened? In his image he called Amy's name. Wake up. Amy wake up. I am here now. Amy you're safe with me. Open your eyes Amy. I'm here to help you. Amy? No, no, Amy? No answer he screamed again. This could be happening.

His eyes shot open. He gasped. His hot face dripping with sweat and tears. He couldn't move. He sat dead still on the sofa. Sobbing into the air.

Knock. Knock-y Knock Knock.

The door went. There's only one person who knocks like that. Carol from next door. The annoying, moaning, fifty three year old neighbour who lived a couple doors down. Amy and Rory both hate her. Amy argues with her mostly and they are both pretty convinced that she enjoys annoying them and she comes round for the fun of it. She knocks again. She never leaves is there is no answer. She knows at least one of them is usually in. She knocks a third time before staring through the living room window. She always does that. She's always nosy. Anything to annoy them. She spots Rory in the centre of the sofa. Her smile disappears. As she pears through Rory turns his head. He looks directly into her eyes. She sees he is massively upset his arms hugging himself, his eyes streaming with tears that can't stop rolling. She retracts her stare through the window and steps back. She walks away backwards. She leaves knowing something is massively up but knowing she didn't need to know. I don't think she'll bother in a while.

Rory was so glad she left. He didn't want anyone. He wanted and needed to be alone. All he wanted was Amy. Amy who was safe and healthy by her side.

Please come home Amy. I need you.


It's short but more coming soon! x