Chapter 9:
11 turned down the final hall way before he reached his bedroom door. Still frowning from the encounter with the Ponds, was it really that obvious that there was something wrong? He'd have to spy and figure out what they know, but all in good time. He walked into his bedroom, heading straight for his bathroom. Reaching behind the mirror to grab his razor with his left hand and raising his left sleeve with his right. He gazed down at his fore arm to see all of the marks on his skin. Some were blistering,some were healing,and some were scarred over. He grabbed the razor and found a clear spot on his arm, he started slashing away with each dark thought that went through his head. Ugly,fat,idiot,coward,loser... The list went on making him slash deeper. He didn't know when he had started but he just realized that he had been crying letting out long agonizing moans and screams. He kept cutting and hacking away at his arm. He finally stopped when his vision started to get black on the edges, he bent over the sink and rinsed off his arm, puking in the sink along the way. He went and changed his blood stained clothes into nice clean clothes. Then he went to the central control room,he flicked a few levers and pushed a few buttons and then,thwack! His head was hitting the console room floor. The last thing he sees was himself lying in his own blood and the Ponds rushing towards him.
His eyes close but he faintly hears Rory yelling at him to stay with him. But he's to far gone.
Authors note: Cliff hanger your welcome! He MIGHT not be dead but who knows!