A River That Needs A Doctor

One

Sometimes, the one person that makes you the happiest, will make you the saddest.

You have to bleed to know, if your alive and have a soul. So that's what I'm doing. I'm bleeding. I've been cut deep, and my wound isn't healing.

I need, what I've always needed, a Doctor. One to tend my wound. To hold me and help me when something tears me apart.

But that what happens, when the girl needs him, it's the one-time he can't come. He will run off and find a new girl. Replace me.

I, like a River, will flow away... be forgotten. We all will. At one point in time. He will never recall the Song that brought him to life.

The Pond that saved him. The melody that carried his life out. The River that flowed away.

If there was one thing I could have, it would be us. Rory, Amy, me, and The Doctor. Us as a team again. We were a great team. We were fantastic.

But at the hands of an angel. My parents were stolen. Grasped from my life. Lost forever. Then I was stolen. By CAL.

I didn't know loving him would lead to this. Pain, and loneliness. But out there, is a girl... a badass girl who is with her live fighting all the monsters.

It's sad, how we were so close to leaving... almost leaving that graveyard. How I was so close to leaving the Library. But he has another girl now, or I've been told.

I met her once, Clara is her name, sweet girl. She gave her life for the Doctor. Like me. But unlike me she got to stay with him.

Some are more special than others. Every time I hear Clara's name jealousy fills me. Because she is still with him and I'm not.

Me and the Doctor had wonderful times, each line of them were like pages on the Book. Important. Beautiful. Sad. Sassy. Happy.

When I last spoke to the Doctor he was concerned about how I knew his name. I was concerned of how this was it. This is my final page of my diary. Because the Doctor isn't coming for me, he never was.

He left me here. Because he doesn't know how to say goodbye, I will never see him again. This page is getting to small to write anymore.

I will end with a kiss and tell. The tell is be patient, because even though I believe this is over... it may not be.
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