G is For Ginger Genius - Torchwood/Doctor Who- Open :)

Healing Time

Roseies POV

Humiliation.

Hate.

Cowardice.

i felt a wave of tears overcome my semi calm composure, and with a small whimper, i broke out into an all out sob.Shivers racked my body as i hiccuped and cried back and forth, my body rocking as i tried to console my self, only to fall deeper into the hole of my depression.

The Tardi purred at me in apologies as she slowly vented warm air into the room in an attempt to cheer me up.

it didnt help much, but it was worth a shot.

iwiped a small tear off my face as i storked the wall, whispering a quiet thanks.

a well recieved humm was duly noted.

i sghed as i slowly soved myself deeper into the massive pile of blankets , cluctching my nerdy Domo tightly to my chest as i slowly buried yself under the pile of blankets.

and with that, i slowly cried myself to sleep to the soft songs of the Tardis (The song is attatched)

...

That night I couldn't help but ponder...

What if I was the source of the energy???

No, that's highly improbable.

He did say the source was the size of New, New, New , New Manhattan.

And trust me, that meant it was Big

Huge

Colossal

Catastrophic!!!

The source of that energy would have to be 18 times my size!

And that's just a sliver of energy it takes to run New New New New York!!!

This energy source must be massive!!!

 

vines of stress and curiousity ensnared me into there tight clutches as i felt myself slowly drift off into a less peacefull sleep.

 

...

 

 a vast wave of pain rocketted through me as my dreams meshed into odd visions.

 

pressure bubbled within my chest as i felt myself screaming, but not a single trace was visibly coming out, my head throbbing as if someone was tossing me at a wall head first over and over again.

 

shockwaves of blips of massive pain seemed to pop up everywhere as my body spased and moved rapidly.

 

several panoramas passed by as time seemd to tick past in seconds, memories surfacing with an all new harshness.

 

every hit, every punch, every cut was suddenly being magnified by more then 3 times as much forces, massive howls of pain escaping my mouth as i rapidly panted in between unsteady breaths.

 

lines of pain seemed to be slowly carved upon my delicate skin as i screamed internally, unable to move or do anything in my own dreams.

i was a prisoner to my own mind.