Chapter 7:
It had been 4 days sense the first time he made those first cuts on his arm,they were almost all healed up. But now he has more, he has at least 10 on his left arm and about 3 on his right. Rory had started to watch him a little more carefully since that first night. So he's had to be very careful to not have to be in situations that would include rolling up his sleeves. He didn't want to worry the Ponds. He thought a lot about Rose,Martha,Donna, Jack and all of the rest of the people that he's let down. Especially when he's cutting into himself,he thinks about all the people that have died because of him, and he thinks about all the lives he's ruined. The dark thoughts come more often but now he resolves his problems with the self inflicted pain. He try's not to look sad in front of the Ponds he puts on a goofy, kiddish, happy act just for them,but sometimes it's hard. The second there out of sight his toothy smile turns into a sad frown and his childish,gleeful eyes turn tired,old, and sorrow filled. He looks as if someone had murdered,and taken almost everything that he's ever cared about. Wait a minute someone had, he had the Ponds and the Tardis,and that's about it. He's a lonely,tired,old,madman with a box. That's all he's ever been. He walked towards his room needing the pain from his beloved blade,to send him, and his evil thoughts away.