"So doctor, where to now?" Clara asks.
He thinks for a moment. "Somewhere new and cool!
She smiles and puts her hands in her skirt pockets.
He presses a few buttons and the next moment the Tardis was off.
She shifts as if she's not happy, but says nothing.
He looks over at her and frowns. He could tell something was wrong. She didn't do a good job hiding it. He stops the Tardis and walks over. "Clara?"
"Yes Doctor?" She asks, shifting nervously and fakes a smile, but pushes her body away from him.
"What's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong." He becomes even more worried. He takes her hands gently. "Was it something I did? Clara?"
"You said you loved me, did you mean that?" She asks nervously, looking into his worried eyes.
"Why of course I mean that. Why won't I mean that?" He frowns, slightly hurt that she didn't believe him.
She shifts and tugs on her left sleeve. "I'm just not used to being loved."
"That's not true. Your parents loved you..." He steps a bit closer. "Everyone loves you."
She shifts back from him, adjusting her sleeve. "How do you know?"
"I've seen you and your parents. They loved you very much and I love you as well." He notices this and slightly sighs. He walks over to the console. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."
She scoots closer to him. "You ok?" She asks, still pulling on her left sleeve.
"Yes. I'm just worried. That's all. Silly Doctor worrying about his friends. You know, the usual."
"I love you doctor." She tugs on her sleeve and it tears and she quickly backs away.
He frowns and looks at her. "Clara? Clara what's wrong?"
"No I'm fine.." She lies.
"I know you are lying. You know I'm the king of lying. Clara, show me your arm."
"No ... Please no..."
"Clara...Give me your arm."
*she cries and hands him her left arm*
He gently takes it and pulls the sleeve up. His eyes scan her arm and he doesn't say anything. He just stands there, confused. Tears fall down her face as she looks at him.
"W-what happened..." His eyes made their way up to her face. "How could you do such a thing? I don't understand..."
She silently cries and doesn't know what to say.
"Clara what happened? Tell me." He raised his voice slightly. "Please!"
"I hate myself."
