I used to be a, shop girl at Hennriks. I used to live with my mother in a council flat. I used to have a boyfriend named Mickey. I used to be me, used to know who I was. I used to have friends, I used to have a life. I used to run around with the Doctor. I used to be able to figure out what I wanted. I used to be me, used to be able to do what I ( Read more... )

A secret? She thought, sitting on the rail surrounding the porch of her parent's home. What kind of secret? That I used to travel the universe with an alien? That it's because of knowing him that I gave up and then lost everything? That the thought of never being able to see him again makes me want to curl up and cry for days on end? That I wish ( Read more... )