I remember being on the observation deck where you'd stationed me...Daleks were trying to get through the door, then I turned around and saw them at the window...the glass shattered, and I felt this tremendous pain, as if I were being burned up from the inside, and I tried to scream but I couldn't get any air into my lungs.
I knew I was dying.
I tried to fight but the pain was too huge, bigger than the whole world, and I finally stopped fighting and let myself fall into it. It was a relief, a huge relief.
And then...nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing around me, nothing in me, no thoughts, no sensations. I don't really remember this bit, more that it was in contrast with what happened next.
A word...appeared, the only thing that existed, it was the entire universe. I'll never forget how it sounded.
"LIFE," it said.
And suddenly everything turned...sort of sparkly, sort of gold, like when you press your fingers against your eyelids, and the pain came back and I could breathe again. And the window wasn't broken. I lay there for a bit; I could hardly move, it hurt so much. Then it started to feel better, like the pain was leaking out of me, and I was able to move.
And when I called you there was no answer. I went to find you, and everyone was gone.
I had convinced myself, until our recent battle with the Circus, that it had been a dream or a hallucination or something, that I'd gotten banged on the head and imagined the whole thing. But now...I think I always knew, deep down that I died that day, and for some reason, I came back. Changed.
*twists the tablecloth between her fingers* It sounds a bit daft, saying it out loud like this.
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Date: 2006-12-14 05:09 am (UTC)I knew I was dying.
I tried to fight but the pain was too huge, bigger than the whole world, and I finally stopped fighting and let myself fall into it. It was a relief, a huge relief.
And then...nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing around me, nothing in me, no thoughts, no sensations. I don't really remember this bit, more that it was in contrast with what happened next.
A word...appeared, the only thing that existed, it was the entire universe. I'll never forget how it sounded.
"LIFE," it said.
And suddenly everything turned...sort of sparkly, sort of gold, like when you press your fingers against your eyelids, and the pain came back and I could breathe again. And the window wasn't broken. I lay there for a bit; I could hardly move, it hurt so much. Then it started to feel better, like the pain was leaking out of me, and I was able to move.
And when I called you there was no answer. I went to find you, and everyone was gone.
I had convinced myself, until our recent battle with the Circus, that it had been a dream or a hallucination or something, that I'd gotten banged on the head and imagined the whole thing. But now...I think I always knew, deep down that I died that day, and for some reason, I came back. Changed.
*twists the tablecloth between her fingers* It sounds a bit daft, saying it out loud like this.