February 25th, 2012

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Whoo!! This book is not ending anytime soon!! Yay!! Happy Reading!

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Dear Doctor,

            I’m tired. My hands are tired, my eyes are tired, and most of all my heart is tired. I’ve been patient; I’ve waited. I don’t know what has gotten into me, maybe my mom’s words are right. Maybe you’re never coming back.

Tears are streaming down my face. I’m breaking. I use to hold onto the thought of you coming back, now I can’t even think of you without crying. You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.

I think the drumming is making me write all of this to you. It’s in my head constantly; it never leaves. It keeps me up at night, wakes me up in the morning, and it pushes all other thoughts aside. The funny thing is that it calms me. It helps me sleep sometimes. I can’t imagine my life without it. Do you think this is how my Father felt? Maybe he was torn between loving and hating the drumming.

How long did you know him for? Were you to ever friends? Mom is yelling at me through the door. He voice makes me want to jump out a window. God I hate her.

Doctor, I need proof. I need proof that you are ever coming back.  The paper TARDIS sits at my bedside. The key is always around my neck. I never hear that sound. The most beautiful sound anyone could ever hear. It gives me hope.

My favorite things: The sound of the TARDIS, the smell of dust after rain, crimson red, the number 11, and the feeling of delight.(hehe Epsiode reference!)

Talk to you soon,

Coraline Jane Saxon

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