Emma woke to the sound of screaming that echoed through the halls of the Asylum. She sprung up from her chair and ran into the hall, following the scream that woke her. In the middle of the Game room there was a trail of blood that led to the body of Phil. Phil's wrists had been slashed from elbow to wrist and his nails filled with blood from clawing at his thighs.
"What is going on?" Dr. Agnes ran into the room and yelled at the people that were gathering around the body, "Oh, god." He said when he got a glimpse of the body.
"Everybody back to their rooms!" An orderly started to pull patients out of the game room.
The eyes of Phil were staring daggers into the ceiling, as if they were angry with god. Emma knelt beside him, to close his eyes. She tried her best not smear the blood.
"Dr. Adler." Dr. Agnes grabbed Emma by the arms and pulled her up from the body, "Don't let this rest on your mind. This has happened many times before, although it doesn't always end tragically."
"I'm going to go help the patients settle down." Emma walked out of the hall in a daze. She took a deep breath while walking down the hall, trying to not burst into tears.
In a haste Emma ran up to her old room, she hesitated before opening the door. She could hear the sounds of people shuffling around. Emma wiped under her eyes, to make sure no tears had escaped, and opened the door.
"Emma!" She was greeted by the Doctor, "Anyone could've been in here, and you neglected to knock."
"Doctor?" Emma said confused, "You're vacation? What happened to it?"
"Pompeii was buried under piles of ash." Donna said, leaning against the window.
"Oh." Emma cleared her throat, "Was it fun though? I mean, except for the whole...burning thing."
"Yeah." The Doctor and Donna gave Emma a weird look.
"That's great." Emma grew nervous under their stares.
"What's happening?" Donna asked, as she heard the sound of people scattering through the halls.
"Someone died." Emma glanced around the room, looking for Zedek, "They think that it is a suicide."
"I'm sorry." The Doctor said sympathetically.
"I don't think that it was." Emma shook her head, "I believe he was murdered."
"Murdered?" Donna said in a heavy accent.
"By an assassin, but that is just a small detail." Emma noted that Donna was wearing a green Greek style dress.
"Assassin?" Donna said incredulously, "What?"
"Are you sure it wasn't a suicide." The Doctor said softly.
"Absolutely." Emma remarked, "It doesn't make sense for a person who already thinks that they are dead to kill themselves."
"That's all?" The Doctor asked skeptically.
"Yes." Emma looked down to her feet.
"Donna can you go to the TARDIS and get my Sonic." The Doctor asked Donna seriously.
"If you two wanna be alone, just say so." Donna walked out of the room.
"I read your file, Emma." He gave Emma a regretful stare, "Most of it anyway."
"You know?" Emma crossed her arms.
"You were a sixteen year old girl, abandoned, and were experiencing the worst possible treatment for a problem that doesn't exist." The Doctor's voice hinted sadness.
"It was a long time ago." Emma was on the verge of tears, "I didn't want to die. I never wanted to die."
"Don't cry." The Doctor wrapped his arms around Emma and hugged her.
Emma sat in her bathroom at the tender age of 16. Her hands trembled from the latest round of electroshock therapy. She stared in the mirror as the tears streamed down her face. She had started slipping into a dark depression at the start of the year, she felt like her life was changing and she couldn't keep up. She had been sitting at her window staring out as the snowflakes collected on the window, before being dragged down to the basement and electrocuted.
She grabbed a knife form the kitchen during lunch and was waiting for the orderly to come around and give out nighttime medication. Emma planned to drop the pills on the floor as they gave them to her, and pretend to take them as she leaned up from picking them up. Then she would wait for the orderly to leave and slit her wrists in the bathroom.
"Hey!" The orderly opened up the door to the bedroom and yelled.
"I'm here." Emma walked out of the bathroom and opened up her hand to take the pills. The pills "slipped" through her fingers and fell onto the ground between her feet. Emma tucked them in her socks and put her hand to her mouth and held out her hand for water.
"Lights out at ten." He warned as he walked out of the door.
"Alright." Emma watched the door closed and she turned off the light to the main room and went into the bathroom.
Picking up the knife, Emma braced her self for the twinge of pain that was to come. She stared at the mirror for a brief second before she closed the door and sat down in front of it. She started with small cuts to her wrist and slowly got deeper and longer with her slices. Tears cascaded down her face as the blood started to pool on the floor. Eventually, Emma passed out from the blood loss.
Emma put her head into the Doctor's chest, close to sobbing. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and slid it into the Doctors coat pocket.
"Phil didn't do this to himself." Emma whimpered to herself, "He isn't like me."
"Emma, there isn't a single person like you." The Doctor put his hand under Emma's cheek, "You are unparalleled to anyone."
"You charming, charming man." Emma laughed as she leaned up from the Doctor's chest, "I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Well." The Doctor laughed.
"Well, Doctor, I'll have you know that I call all the men I meet charming." Emma laughed sarcastically.