Rose Tyler - 2/2
And punish her they did. The moment she first saw him, her heart filled with happiness. And then he was taken from her yet again, violently, horribly, her Doctor, torn from her. As she sobbed over his broken body, she looked up to see the ice blue eyes of Guy, watching her with anger and disappointment. She felt the blade long before she realized exactly what was happening. As she lay bleeding, she looked up into the eyes of Mickey Smith. Their usual warmth was replaced with a smugness that burned as he merely said he’d told her so, that being with the Doctor, her infatuation with the man, would someday get her killed.
The first time she arrived in the place she now considered home, she was elated. Content. She found the warmth of Guy’s arms, the hope in John’s eyes, and Jack’s flirtatious grin deserved a spot in her heart, too. Girl’s night out was planned, the children at the Center were so, so grateful she was home. She scooped Bo into her arms and listened to the tiny child ramble on about her day.
And then they all turned on her. One by one, saying how they hadn’t wanted her home, how they’d all found peace without her and her return was simply ruining everything. One by one, lover, friend, student, teacher, everyone in her life turned their back until they grew violent. Every time, it was someone different. Every time, someone she loved quite literally ripped out her heart. Over and over again until she felt herself being pulled somewhere else.
The process repeated continuously, over and over, until she simply stopped caring. She quit fighting back when her friends turned on her. Quit mourning those she had to kill to get by. The compassion that had saved so many people and so many planets was gone. She couldn’t afford that compassion now, not if she wanted to hold on to what was left of her mind.