@donnanxble.
melody had known for weeks that something was wrong with her. she had tried to deal with it alone, not wanting to worry her parents, but when she started to lose time : time, of all things. she was human, yes. but she was also timelord and she felt time in her blood, in her bones. melody had felt it start to slip away, there were gaps in her memory that she could never quite understand. and she knew that she had been acting strange recently, and it had only been a matter of time before they questioned why. protecting them from whatever was happening to her was no longer melody’s concern. not when she had started to worry, herself. but as close as she is with her mother, it was her father she had confided in first.
rory williams had a presence that soothed and comforted melody. maybe it’s because he was a nurse. maybe it’s because he had lived for centuries, once. maybe it’s because he was her father. telling him the truth about what had been happening to her over the past few weeks had prompted her to start gnawing on her lower lip again, worrying it between her teeth in a way she hadn’t since she was young. she had expected reassurance, understanding, even. but not like this.
the silence, they had called them. and when they spoke, melody didn’t miss the haunted look in their eyes, the tension in her mother’s body and her father’s clenched fists. whoever the silence were, they were bad news. that was obvious. she just didn’t realise how bad they were, or what they had to do with her. there’s a saying on earth : the truth will set you free. melody knew the truth now, but freedom was not what she felt. anger, fear, betrayal : why had they kept this from her ? what good did it do other than leave her ignorant ? the silence would explain what was happening to her, to the time she was missing, but how could she protect herself against something she couldn’t remember - now, or then ?
the scottish in her reared it’s head when she found herself raising her voice. clearly upset and no less angry about what they had kept from her, she had pulled away from their reach. and she had left. against their wishes, against every instinct in her telling melody that she shouldn’t be alone right now, she had run from her home and she didn’t stop. not until she had found herself standing on donna’s doorstep, out of breath. time had passed again, but she couldn’t say for sure how much. at least now she knew it was of her own volition : and not the manipulations of a being that held her prisoner in her youth. she banged her fist on donna’s door. and she didn’t stop even when she felt an ache in her wrist and her nails dug in to her palms so hard she could have drawn blood. when the door opens and she sees donna, melody grit her teeth and glared.
❝ did you know ? ❞ the question rushes from her lips on a heavy exhale, her chest tight with uncontrolled emotion but rising noticeably as she tried to steady her breathing. her parents had lied to her, the doctor had lied to her : did donna lie to her too ? water wells in her eyes and a single tear slides down her cheek, but she’s not crying. she’s angry. there’s a significant difference. ❝ about the silence, a-about what they did to me . . . did you know ? ❞
