chapter fourteen

ARKHAM PENITENTIARY FOUNDED 1788

ORIGINALLY NAMED ARKHAM HOME OF THE INSANE

PATIENT ANALYSIS- SADIE ROSS. DATED 29TH FEBRUARY 1944

The initial effects of the therapy has worn off but Ross has lost her child-like demeanour and lost her memories. Before she claimed to be a child of the TARDIS but has since then forgot about her lies/mental disability. Lobotomy was recommended until we saw the effects of the therapy. It seems that our patient may be released into public after an examination. At this moment in time, she is confined to her room that we placed her in after the therapy had been concluded but is making progress by reading books. Among those recommended where Anne of Green Gables and Pride and Prejudice, classic novels for her to feast upon. We conclude that she is ready to be released back to Death Row and very possibly the public area if we deem her suitable and stable enough.

Dr J. Trump

DIARY OF CLARA OSWALD

We haven't got all the documents yet but we will. Although this doesn't give her an excuse for what she did, at least we have some background now. I'll update soon with more news.

Clara

DIARY OF SADIE ROSS

I'm not exactly sure who gave me this but I have encountered one situation that has disappointed me before anything else. Yes, I found River Song and The Ponds hideout in Manhattan. Nice place though the décor isn't really my taste but there was some nice views of the sprawling metropolis that is Manhattan and the rest of New York City, the most well-known city in America. I could hear Song trying desperately to send a distress message of some kind but I knew it would take many years to get back to its target. Around 80 years to be precise {which is how I like to be}.

"Amy, Rory, Melody. Hope I haven't interrupted a family reunion" They all froze and turned towards me. I found a little patterned seat by a window that overlooked this borough of the city and sat down.

"I think you interrupt anything" said Amelia stoutly.

"I'm not sure. Maybe you're right Amelia."

"What are you doing here? We kept your secret" Rory piped up. To be perfectly honest, he was always the third wheel when it came to their relationship, although they were all blind to see it at the time.

"I know. And I kept yours in due course"

"Didn't you answer my question?" Whenever, he speaks, he speaks like a scared puppy who needs his owner to save him. Rory Williams' owner of course being Amelia Pond.

"Well, I was thinking of an answer to the last one, do you have any cigarettes?" River gave me a look of anger before saying anything.

"Maybe we'll see if there's anything around the corner if you tell us" I was highly considering strangling them all there and then but of course, who would keep my secret? Even if I have pretty much next to no feelings, I do protect my secret with my life, if that says anything about it.

"A little birdy told me you were trying to help the bastards Clara Oswald and Me whatever her name is"

"You can't just pull things like St Germain" River said it this time through gritted teeth.

"I thought you were the psychopath Song but it looks like I'm the only crazy one round here. A shame" It was at that moment, I knew the Ponds had escaped through the fire escape.

"This is between you and me Sadie. My parents don't need to get involved."

"They keep my secret"

"And this is all to do with Matthew, isn't it?" I didn't even feel myself get out of the chair and flinging her against the wall.

"Don't ever mention him again" I could feel my voice straining itself. River didn't even look hurt as she got up and smiled at me.
"The normally unshakeable Sadie Ross, upset by something that finished a long time ago" I don't even find the strength to sit back down on the chair. I just collapse on the floor.

"He was gone a long time ago"

"A long time ago" River echoed before holding up a very familiar book.

"This is nothing to do with you Song" I tried to snatch the book from her hands but she's too strong for even me, holding the book just out of my grasp.

Then she opens the book and shows me the writing of the person who I loved long ago. All the curves and loops of his beautiful handwriting that somehow I find myself stroking. I promised to myself that after it was over I would be brave and I wouldn't expose to it again. But even after all these years I find the long repressed tears sliding down my face. When River starts reading, I'm immediately transported to the day that it all began.

"23rd January 1948. I met the most beautiful girl today" I can still hear his voice reverberating in my ear.

These are all the things I'm not proud of.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OK, so this a long-ish chapter to apologise for the wait between the last chapter. I've re-started school so there might be some long waits between chapters which I sincerely apologise for. We're having end of year tests to see what classes we're put in next year so I might have to do more revising because we're having tests in EVERY SUBJECT. In other news, I am completely and utterly obsessed with Radiohead's new song, BURN THE WITCH. It is frickin awesome and have been listening to it for the whole time I've been writing this chapter and think it could be a good song for Sadie. What do you think?

Love Gi xxx