A/N - Good news! My mom was able to fix an old computer so I have internet and word! So with this chapter, it's more into Rose's daily life in the hold of the Silence. The story will resume after this one.

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Rose was sitting in the corner of the room that she woke up in, as far away from the door as she could be. She had already torn of the dingy bandages that they had given her and replaced it with a sleeve of the shirt they had put her in. She stared at the door for god knows how long, waiting, expecting for someone to barge in and take her somewhere else. Sometime during her wait, she heard screaming echo through the halls. From what the woman had said earlier when she had come in, Rose feared the worst. Not long after it had started, the screaming stopped, leaving Rose back in the insufferable silence she was in before. Suddenly, Rose heard a slight clicking noise and looked up to see that some parts of the walls had moved. Before she had time to dwell on this fact, here was a small hissing noise accompanied by a nearly invisible gas. Not soon after the gas had begun to fill the room, Rose grew incredibly drowsy. She pulled her shirt over her mouth and nose, trying hopelessly to get clean air in her lungs. She was losing the battle, and she soon found herself leaning heavily on the wall of the room as she fell asleep. As she did, she vaguely registered several people coming in and pulling her from the room.

When Rose woke up for the second time, the room she now found herself in was drastically different than the one she woke up in before. The walls were darker than before, though she wasn't sure if it was because of their coloring or the poor lighting of the room. She could easily see a door to her right and on the opposite side, in the corner, there was a simple mattress sitting on the floor. It had one pillow and a thin blanket thrown on it. In the opposite corner to that, there was a simple bathroom. She was grateful when she saw that the bathroom was surrounded by a wall that would cover her from the neck down. While she was inspecting where she guessed she would be living, a loud clatter startled her from her thoughts. She jumped and turned to see a metal tray behind her, resting in front of the wooden door.

The pain in her head flared when she turned and her hand jumped up to touch the wound, thankful that it wasn't bleeding anymore. She slowly walked over to the tray to discover that it had, what she hoped was, food on it. Its consistency, and the coloring, reminded her of the food on Krop Tor. The food was separated poorly so the colors of the food; dull orange, brown, dark blue, and red, mixed into a sickly color that did not look appetizing. Rose looked at the food in disgust but was betrayed by her stomach when it rumbled. Swallowing, she reluctantly picked up the tray and walked over to her bed. She glared at the spoon that was floating in the mush before picking it up.

Sometime during Rose's confinement, she discovered that her meals only came once a day. Well, she guessed, given the span between her meals. That same day, Rose used this idea of the meals coming once a day to keep track of how many days she had been there. Every day, after she had finished eating, Rose used the back of the spoon to scratch a tally mark on the back of the door. She didn't need to, however, for the trays and spoons didn't disappear as they appeared. She still scraped away, day after day, to keep some semblance of sanity. It had only taken her a few days to get a routine in her prison. Wake up, shower, eat, add a tally, clean the tray and spoon, and wait for something to kill her. Even with this small routine she had that allowed her to keep a part of her mind, the ones keeping her had other plans.

The most stressful part of it was that she had no clue when they would kill her. Granted, they usually kept it after her meal, unless they were bored or something. They're favorite way seemed to be using her shower. Many times after Rose got into the shower and turned on the water, they would send an electric current through the water. They were meticulous about the charge they sent. It was always low enough that she wouldn't die right away, but high enough that it eventually would. On other days it might be poison in her food, or maybe someone would hold a pillow down on her face as she woke up. Once, they simply sucked all of the oxygen out of the room and left it like that for a few days. Rose once wondered herself if they were trying to kill her with the horrendous food they kept serving her.

Rose woke up one "morning" and sat up, groaning as she did. Her eyes wandered lazily over to the trays sitting in the corner by the door. They were stacked to various heights with a pile of spoons next to them. Rose sighed when she counted, for the first time, how many there were. She continued her daily mantra of The Doctor is coming for us; he will take us from here. when she counted 54 trays. She stood slowly, her joints popping as she did. She was glad that she didn't have a mirror in this room; she didn't want to guess how much weight she had lost with the small amount of food she received. She walked over to the pile of spoons and picked one up before walking to the shower.

She moved her hand along the wall, carefully avoiding where she knew the stream of water would go, and pressed the button that started the shower. She retreated quickly from the growing puddle of water. Rose waiting until she was a safe distance away from the water before she threw the spoon into the puddle, satisfied when it didn't react at all. She grabbed the spoon and threw it back to the pile before she peeled off her clothes, setting them on the top of the wall, and stepped into the stream of water.

Rose threaded her fingers through her short hair, fingering the scar that lay beneath. It had taken Rose a few days before she realized that they had shaved her hair when they had done god knows what to her head. She sighed at the memory as she scrubbed her hair, working the water to every strand. Whatever they had added to the water had always left Rose perfectly clean, one thing that wasn't angry about.

"Alrighty then." Rose said to herself as she finished with her hair and grabbed her clothes from the wall. She had begun to do that a few weeks back. It had initially worried her, but now, with no one to talk to, it seemed to be another way she kept from going crazy. She pulled her clothes under the stream of water, letting her other clothes fall as she worked on the shirt. Whatever kept her clean, worked wonders on her clothes as well. She kneaded the shirt in her hands for a minute or two before taking out from under the stream, wringing it out before she placed it back on the wall to dry, repeating the process with the rest of her outfit.

Once she thought that they were finished, she paced the rest of her clothes on the wall and, turning off the water, she ran to the bed and wrapped herself in the blanket. She dried herself quickly and walked back to the wall. Another one of the privileges they had granted her was another set of clothes. So every day, she washed the ones she had worn, hanging them on the wall to dry, and putting on the ones she had washed the previous day. After she had dressed, she spread the blanket out on the wall so that could dry as well. She turned around and was unsurprised to see a tray waiting for her.

Rose walked over to it and picked it up and walked over to her bed. She glared at the colors she had seen for the last 54 days.

"Well, at least if they're feeling crazy, they change the spot where they put the…gunk." Rose said sarcastically, laughing at her own joke quietly. She had learned which ones tasted somewhat better than the others and she usually ate the horrid ones first before moving on to better ones. She finished the tray quickly, having also learned that that was better than drawing it out, and walked over to the sink to wash her dishes. Rose coughed a little as she turned on the water and began washing the spoon. She didn't think anything of it until she coughed harder as she threw the spoon into the pile. She tried to wash the tray quickly, knowing what would happen to the rest of her "meal" if it was left out. It wasn't a pretty sight.

She managed to clean it before she began coughing violently, dropping the tray with a clatter into the sink. She was unable to turn off the sink as she struggled to breathe and it poured loudly onto the tray. Her throat had fully closed as she collapsed onto the floor, waiting for death to take her. She had wondered weeks back if they were seeing how far they could push her until she finally never came back.

I just wish they could be a little more original. Rose thought weakly as she felt herself sleeping away. She was glad when she died at last, knowing that she would be back in the nightmare all too soon.

This was Rose Tyler's life now. At least until the Doctor came for her, and she knew he would. He had to.

Sorry if the chapters were freakishly long, I'm not good at separating them...I was lucky not to have super paragraphs. Oh, and for the next chapter, just to let you know, I'm going to have Amy, Rose, and Melody living on the base for 3 or 4 months. I have my baby nephew living at home so I'm like, that is not a newish born baby.

Also, if you were wondering why the Silence was being sort of nice to Rose is because they were nice to Amy. I mean, did you see her room? It was fancy.

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