Saved from yourself ( A doctor who fan fiction)

Saved from yourself

A vivid memory, scratched onto the canvas of my mind. It lures you under its spell. Giving its victim a strange feeling of elation while their tragic awaits them. The illusion it projects for you is its talons of deception; revealing a darkness that spreads onto you like a disease. It unveils its defeated eyes that then stare into your soul. Unravelling you worst fears that have gathered up into a steep pile. You've tried to lock them away, to throw away the key. However this life knows no bounds and feeds on your disturbed thoughts and emotions. It sends you into a dreamless trance; your able to see nothing but blurred memories seeping through your fingers. It then whispers its demonic lullabies, building a wall of hope. Then shattering it with its words of evil; declaring the reminance of fear that was still tearing its way through the air.

Wait! Can't you hear them? those voices. Listen... those words are being spoken with screaming honesty but never heard. They're flooding my head; I cant take it...I....

Annie? Please wake up! I know you can hear me!....

Mum? All senses are awoken, a glimmer of hope has seized my mind. I returned to conciousness. A forbidden fantasy morphed into the bitter taste of reality. It's challenging me, appealing to my emotions by using those i love most against me. Infernal shadows are rising above, locking you in. No means of escape, your legs suddenly give you the power to stand. With a blink of an eye the canvas of this world would change. And your lost within the edges of the painting. You're surrounded by rooms and your given the ultimate choice. Which room to face, knowing what's on the other side of that door will delve into your worst nightmares.

You find yourself in front of one door; pushing it gently to reveal yourself. Perched on the end of a bed, gently sobbing. You gaze upon your reflection stood in front of you. You wonder, why am I here? What is IT trying to do?

The physical illusion stands up; now face to face with you. It raises a hand and touches your forehead. Voices flood your mind...

LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF YOUR SOUL. WHAT IS IT SAYING? STAY SILENT... YES, YOU ARE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ENEMY. YOU ARE THE LOST SOUL THAT ABIDES IN THIS PLACE....WAKE UP...

You find yourself falling..falling into pitch black darkness. The entity that is yourself, staring at you from above. Then, nothing.

Just as your slowly gaining consciousness, still barely awake. You feel a pair of arms, underneath you, lifting you gently. You feel a sudden warmth as your leaning against someone. You let the relaxing feeling wash over you. You're suddenly being set down on the floor once again; you let yourself gaze upon your hero.

A young man with brown hair, tweed jacket and red bow tie, stands over you. Nervously scanning you face intently with his eyes. You force yourself to smile and thank him for saving you.

"Who-who are you?" you whisper. He stands up and straightens his bow tie. You can feel yourself falling unconscious again. A bring grin creeps across his face before he spoke.

"I'm the doctor"

Your eyes seal shut before another word could be said as the darkness wins again. Knowing that you were saved, from yourself...