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In The Windmills Of Her Mind

Chapter Fourteen

Pictures hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a song, half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?

Rose could feel it crackling through her. Each memory she had ever had shot through her mind, faded and greyed as though it was whirling through a mist. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she tried to remove the grey; she need to see, she needed to remember his face, and she needed to know his name. As she felt her mind slip from the consciousness it clung to, she felt colour begin to fade into the pictures that hung emptily in her mind. Frozen pictures that she needed to move, faces she needed to smile, and tears she needed to cry. She let out a little sigh of breath as pain ached through her body and droplets of crimson began to cover the pictures in her mind – she needed to see them but only one was visible. Her mind seized it and began to move the frozen frame, the lost pictures swam around forming a moving image, the colour draining into them as sound began to leak from them. Soon she was there, trapped within her mind again.

The Doctor saw the first golden lock fall to the floor, its golden strands falling apart as it softly floated towards the floor. He could see the faint light glittering of the gold as it was sleek with tears; he felt his throat tighten as tears silently rolled down her face. His mind filled with lost memories of his fingers gently threading through her hair and grabbing the curls between his tightened fingers savouring the softness of her against his hardened hands.

He met her eyes and she looked at him, the hazel depths couldn't hide the truth that scattered her face in the form of frozen tears. He watched her hands as they clenched out trying to stop her attacker, but they were held back by the tightened band which restricted him. He looked at her once more and saw the wave of helplessness fill her until she trembled. The corner of his mouth upturned in a gesture of comfort towards her – one that she could not mirror.

Just as he felt his heart breaking for her, he raised his leg and kicked out striking down the man who stood before her, causing her so much pain. Rose darted back, her wobbling legs supporting her as she tried to run. The Doctor turned to follow her but was pulled to the ground by the fallen solider. He screamed out as they grabbed Rose from behind and threw her against a wall. They pinned her to it and stared down into her face, she met their gaze, hers was unwavering as she watched the monsters that held her.

The last thing he heard was her scream as they dragged her from the wall, the shouts of protest echoed of the stone walls, reflecting with his own. Soon she was out of the door, the room no longer blessed with her presence.

The Doctor lowered his face to the floor, her golden curls soft against his skin as he silently fumed, as he felt his body go limp as they kicked him. He slowly raised his hands and in between his slender fingers he scooped her hair, he pressed it between his forefinger and his thumb gently stroking it as though it was still a part of her.

As they dragged him from the room he clung onto it – it was all he had left of her to hold on to.

Rose slowly let the final moments of sleep drain from her as her body screamed for her to awaken. A dull pain was throbbing through her leg as she raised her head; she saw the gleaming stick of metal sticking out from her as liquid was pumped into her. She raised her other leg to kick away the needle, it tore through her skin and dragged itself up breaking her and wounding her. Soon a six inch wound had torn across her thigh and it throbbed with loss and blood slowly drained away from it. Her trembling fingers reached down as the creature left, she pressed her fingers against her blood savouring the warmth it left upon her skin. She shivered as she looked round at the room she was being kept in. It could be no more than 6 foot by 12 foot she realised as she lay staring at the dank metal walls that glittered around her. There was no window in the room to give her any regard of day or night, no reasoning of time to keep her sane. Instead all the stood before her was the dark metal of handcuffs chained to the wall. Four holes, two for wrists and two for feet, as her breath quickened she felt a plunge in her stomach, her leg throbbed with a tearing pain and soon her body gave into convulsions. This would be the first of many.

Rose's body began to convulse against the floor of the doctors office, Jacob leaned down over her and momentarily thought of returning her to the ward where they could most likely stop these fits. Then a faint smile lit his face as he just stood over her and watched as her body shook and fitted, as a foam began to hug the corner of her lips. His smirk remained on his face as he lent forwards and pulled out a handkerchief before dabbing away the foam, then slowly he dropped himself back into his chair and continued to make notes. If things kept going this way he'd be don't in no time.