The Tenth Impact

Army of Ghosts

'This isn't a ghost story, it's a love story.' A wise man once said.

Or was going to say, someday.

A bit of a jumble in my mind.

There are a lot of stories in my mind.

So had been told, some had been created, the rest were gifted.

Those stories were not among my favorites.

Some were reflected back on me- twisted in sight and came to the world just as twisted.

I heard Echoes-

I heard the Impossible-

There was just-

So-

Much-

But one thing was always clear.

One story I knew because I lived it.

This was the day Rose Tyler died.

==TTI==

When we landed in the Powell Estates, a good opened up it body. I was cold inside.

This was it.

This was it.

Everything was going to fall apart.

And I couldn't do a damn thing.

You know when the bully would kick down your sand castle?

You couldn't anything to stop it?

When you tried, the bully kicked sand in your eyes?

That's what this was.

We walked up the stairs of Powell Estate. My eyes glanced out the way, towards a building that come this Christmas have the Doctor and Donna sitting on the edge.

The ghosts would be nothing but an off memory.

Jackie Tyler

Rose Tyler would be gone.

It would all be my fault.

Rose opened the door to her and her mom's flat. I stood outside, walking up to the handrail. My anxiety was cranking up. It was hard to keep my head on straight. Constant never ending thoughts of what was coming were rattling my brain. My hearts were racing. I was noticing how hard it was to breath.

My hand reached for my neck. The stringy metal of my necklace touched my fingers. It had lost it's chill while on my skin. A total downer. The necklace had the lollipop charm, which reminded me of the Anderson family code.

'Criers get slapped'

With that thought in mind, I slapped my own cheek.

"Whoa!" I yelped. "Author's name. That hurt. Okay. Okay. Good. I'm good now." I tried to convince myself.

I'm good.

I'll be good.

Bracing myself, I walked into the Tyler flat.

Just in time to watch Jackie plant a big wet kiss on the Doctor's face.

I pulled out my phone, taking a picture before it was too late.

Jackie finished the kiss. "Oh, you lovely big fella! Oh, you're all mine." She cooed.

"Just, just, just put me down!" The Doctor pleaded.