The TARDIS has always moved my room to the darkest corner, hidden far away from any companions. My room here is cheerless. I don't know what it looks like. It's just dark. Everything I know is dark.
In this room, I am alone. Years could pass, and no one would come. And it would still be dark. I would still have my eyes shut and nothing to think about. Nothing, except how he was too late. How the Doctor couldn't save me.
I'm not mad, though. He did everything he could.
So I lie in this room alone, knowing that the glowing light that will eventually encase me, will never reach my eyes. Because this is the story of how I am dying.
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The Hidden Room in the TARDIS
FanfictionAll the characters (except for Lily) and settings are taken from Doctor Who, the show on BBC, and they belong to Steven Moffat, Russel T. Davies, and any other future or past writers. There is a hidden room in the TARDIS. It contains a secret only k...
