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In The Windmills Of Her Mind
Chapter Three
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and the world is like an apple rolling silently in space...
He could feel her pain. He could feel her fear. He could even feel the life draining second by second from her body as she slowly gave up hope, as her body collapsed on her and as her life lost its meaning. He clenched his fists and ignored the pain that tore through his body, it was nothing to him – all he needed was her, he needed to find her and to save her, before his own death occurred. He just wished she could hold on for that long, that his Rose could cling to life for a moment more
'Some bloody Time Lord' he spat to himself before the drilling began again, his screams filled the chamber, and he escaped consciousness, back to the land of peace and safety, back to the land of life.
The girl's body lay still in her bed as Mary walked passed her once again; it was the forth day of waiting, the forth day of tests, the forth day of holding onto hope that was slowly fading away. Mary opened the window next to the hospital bed; a cool breeze floated through the window and across the girl's bruised face, as the birds began to sing outside the window, Mary saw the girl's hand suddenly twitch
She could hear the sound buzzing again, clawing into her mind, tugging at the edges of her sanity, trying to pry it from her.
'No' she whimpered as she covered her ears, the pain was random – white noise – just a fuzz being played over and over again working its way into her mind, a fuzz intent on destroying her.
'Turn it off!' she heard a desperate voice scream, she couldn't open her eyes, because then she would see their empty eyes watching her, their soulless smiles fixed on her, she would see the blood that marked the floor and the instruments of torture they had lined up waiting for her.
'Please! Turn it off!' he voice begged again as she began to shiver uncontrollably, she ran her hands up and down her arms, brushing faster and faster, trying to fight away the sound that was filling her, trying to beat of the coldness that was clawing at her. Soon her fingers had dug into her skin, she was rubbing blood up and down her arms as she slowly shook her head, she rocked back and forth slowly covering herself in blood.
'I can't hear you' she whispered to herself 'I can't hear you'.
'Please!' the voice begged – it was trembling with fear, 'you're driving her insane'. By the deadly silence that followed she knew they had taken him, they had dragged this stranger from her room, and she stroked her arms again, feeling the blood seep through her fingers, each drop comforting her.
'Never fear my pet' she croaked to herself 'he'll be back…doctor's never leave' she whispered as the sound loudened.
'Can't hear you' she sung out to herself before laughing. The blood stained her arms, stained her face, marked the scars and bruises that were healing from her battered face, the blood fell into her soul and into her mind tainting her forever more.
Then it all went black as the ringing began again.
Mary squeezed the girls' hand as her body began to convulse, it was fitting in reaction to something – something playing through her mind that only she could see. Mary stroked her hand
'Hush my sweet' she murmured 'It's all alright, I've got you' she hummed gently as she stroked the girls blonde hair back. As the body stopped convulsing her face began to twich, each muscle being flexed as though it were unknown, each eyebrow raising and falling, each frown line setting in.
She could no longer tell if the sound rang any more for she could hear it in her mind, she looked around the room, it was now empty. The man had left her, the tall man with caring worried brown eyes, the man who squeezed her hand and cried as she wept in pain, the man who promised to save her. He was gone now. She looked around and saw a tiny mouse hiding in the corner; she crawled over to it dragging her broken leg behind her
'Hello' she whispered with the voice of a child 'my name's Rosie' she giggled like a child who had misbehaved. The mouse watched her as she raised her hand, smiling and laughing she slammed her hand down to the ground beside it. The mouse turned and ran away into a hole that was in the cracked wall. Rose ran her finger down the crack laughing at the memory before digging her fingers within it
'Come back' she sung as her mind screamed with absent noises. She huddled against the wall and began to rock back and forth
'Hey diddly-diddle, the cat lost his fiddle and the cow was stuck on the moon' she sang to the tune of Oranges and Lemons
'Don't worry said pie, I know a fork that can fly, I'll have you out in the nick of a spoon!'. She now stood and began to sway to her song that played perfectly to the white noise that soared through her mind.
'Okay okay, sometime today, complained a child at play, whatever you do, don't let him moo, or he shall do it again!' she fell to the floor her fingers drawing spirals into the floor following the pattern of her noise.
'Yet again, the fork from York flew up to save the cow, but the cow, did not know how to fly, so he was left to fry…and die' she laughed as she sung the last verse before drawing a smiling face onto the floor in her own blood. The noise stopped.
Then her mind was blank again.
Mary sat beside her bed and watched as her eyelids slowly flickered open, she gasped in delight as she saw the most beautiful shade of hazel staring vacantly ahead. She was awake.