Wello! :D (Wello= Well hello. :)) Anyway!
I will write the continued version of She's Awake later on in this one shot thing, but that will be when that bunny happens to bounce across my brain not before. :)
ffn hates me still, it's been about a full month since I received any notification about reviews or new stories or favouriting or anything like that... I don't know if I'm the only one but it is so annoying, this is also why I haven't replied to any reviews because I'm not sure who I've replied to or not and also because I's can't be bothered cos I's a lazy arse Kiwi :)
She wakes up in the morning and she contemplates just rolling over and going back to sleep, she doesn't though because she has so much to do. She groans and pushes herself out of bed, her body telling her to go back to bed. She can barely hold herself up she's so tired. She knows what this is, she knows about depression, how one of the signs is that no matter how much sleep a person gets they're still tired when they wake up. She thinks maybe that's better than not being able to sleep much at all.
At any given moment, thoughts of suicide rush through her mind and ways for how she could achieve it; bullet to the brain, through the heart, slitting of the wrists, of the Jugular, jumping from the bridge at low tide, hanging... she knows so many ways to do it and she could. She thinks that it would be wonderful for everything to just... stop. Everyday she hears so many people say they have given up on her, everyday she sees the look people give her, the look that says they wish she'd just disappear, leave them alone, everyday she feels so invisible she speaks fast, she speaks loud, she speaks non stop, just so they have no choice but to notice her, to acknowledge her.
She drags herself through the day, completely unsure of why she makes it through to every new morning. She feels so tired, she just wants to rest, but no matter how much she rests she never feels awake. Some feel they're living in a dream, Donna Noble knows she's living a nightmare and she feels as though she's never going to wake up. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, a little voice screams at her that this was not always how things were, that this was not how things were meant to be but she can not remember the time when things were better, when she was truly happy.
This is all she is now, this is all she ever has been, as far as she knows, and this is all she ever will be. Donna Noble is broken and no one can put her back together, not without killing her first, so they just watch, watch her throwing her life away.
A/N: SO yeah, whatever. R&R