She messaged my personal blog a few minutes ago, saying she wanted to commit suicide. I’m not sure if she’s serious but I really hope not. She’s got several worrying posts on her blog though so I think she means it.
I’m so bad at talking to people, seriously I just can’t do it. I’ll keep you updated if she messages me again but I’m so worried that she’ll do it and because I was the one she decided to message and I failed at talking her out of it, I’ll feel so responsible.
I just don’t know what to do, but I know that this happened sometimes and that a lot of you are able to come together and help the person out so I’d just really appreciate some help so that this amazing girl doesn’t do something drastic
Kili was shocked to find out that folk in her world didn’t believe in magic “What are cars and electricity? And why don’t they believe in magic, it’s quite common, is it not?” Magic was common in Middle-Earth but obviously not in other worlds “So what would happen if I were to visit your world? Would I be an intruder or simple disregarded?” The dwarf was now very curious.
She hesitated, unsure how to go about answering his questions. “Um.. cars. Well they’re sort of like a cart, like you use with horses to carry your things and get around right? But you don’t need horses, you can just drive it yourself…” A terrible description, but hopefully Kili would get the point. “And electricity, I suppose, is the closest thing we have to magic. It powers things, so we don’t need fires or candles or as much manual labour. Things run by themselves sort of. It’s quite complicated, if I showed you it might make more sense.” She shrugged, “It’s not that common actually, not a part of every day life. Most people think it’s just myth, just in stories, and they don’t often believe in things they haven’t seen or experienced for themselves. But when you’ve travelled as far and wide as I have then you know magic is real.”
Amy offered him a grin, “Well I don’t think you’d be considered an intruder, no, in fact barely anyone would probably notice you. They might find your height a bit different but there are plenty of people in my world as short, and even shorter than you are. So you’d probably blend right in, as long as you had someone to show you around so you didn’t get into any trouble.
Kili’s eyes were wide with wonder and curiosity, he hardly understood nor could he picture her descriptions, but they certainly sounded most interesting. “And.. Could you show me your world?” He asked hopefully, he really wanted to travel and go have a look for things himself, much like the people had described, he wanted to see and experience so he could believe it. “How about that magic box of yours? Could you use that to show me your world?” The dwarf was grinning wide now, certain she’d show him her world.
She watched his eyes light up, at the thought of being able to see her world, and just couldn’t say no. She beamed, “Of course, if you want to, I’ll happily take you.” Laughing slightly, she added, “Well that magic box is gone now, but I do have this.” She pointed to the vortex manipulator on her wrist, a christmas present from River. She knew the dwarf would be confused by it so she quickly said, “It’s a way of travelling places, by appearing there, I just have to press some buttons and we’ll be in my world!”
“You boring and serious? I don’t think anyone could accuse you of that, Amy.”
She grinned, a real and genuine one this time, “Well, you’re not exactly a bore yourself Mr Williams.” She reached out and put her hand over his, “Especially not in that getup!” she laughed, looking at his centurion uniform. “Wish I was able to appreciate it more last time I was here.”
“I don’t mind, it might be a bit more fun if you’re there, too.” Hamish said, quickly he walked into his room and grabbed his keys and coat so that he was ready to leave. When he walked back outside, he nodded towards the door and then called out “Mrs. Hudson! I’m going out for a few hours, tell Dad or Father when they’re back!” There was a muffled ‘okay’ coming from upstairs, and Hamish then locked the front door before heading outside. He turned to Amy and asked “Where’s the bookstore? We’re going to go investigate there first.”
“Good idea, it’ll help us get a better idea of what we’re dealing with.” Amy glanced around, looking for street signs, trying to remember whereabouts everything was in her head. “Right. The store was on Gloucester Place, which is I think, four streets over from Baker. Not too far. Do you want to get a cab? Or we could walk, whatever suit you.” She said with a shrug. Unsure of how long they would be investigating, she didn’t want to tire the poor boy out running all over the city.
“No, we can walk.” Hamish said, he didn’t have enough money with him for a taxi and didn’t mind walking. “Well, unless you want to get one, but I like to walk, there might be clues along the way.” He said, beginning to venture towards Gloucester Place. He’d passed it quite a few times upon returning home from school, though had never seen anyone enter - or exit - the bookshop, though he’d never paid much attention towards it.
Amy shrugged, “That’s fine, walking sounds great.” She followed after him, letting him lead the way. The silence became too much for her, and she decided to satisfy her curiosity, “What’s it like being Sherlock’s kid? Do you often help him with cases?”
She looked the man up and down, eyes wide. Whoever this man was, he was definitely eccentric looking enough to be involved in something out of the ordinary. “He would… yes… You know the Doctor? Are you looking for him as well?”
“Not personally, since I haven’t had the chance to meet my future self,” he admitted with a small smile. “Are you his companion?”
Amy was momentarily stunned, “You… You’re him. Oh god of course you are. No one else would ever dress like that. What… What regeneration are you?” She nodded, “Yeah, I suppose I am his companion.”
“What? How bad does he dress? Are you saying that I dress bad?” He demanded to know, “But this coat is fabulous! I’m the sixth.”
She laughed, amused that he had already taken offence, “Oh no, I never said you dressed badly. Your look is just very eccentric. And very fabulous.” she added with a wink. Amy looked him over curiously, “Sixth? So you’re quite a bit younger than my Doctor then.”
“Sandy gives everyone good dreams at night. I… control snow; ice; winter.”
“And Bunny’s Easter? Well… let’s just say it got a little cold.”
"He gives good dreams?" she asked curiously. Thinking about this made her mind instantly go to the Dream Lord, a thought which made her nervous. She fixed a grin on her face, "Could you maybe, show me some of your powers? I’d love to see them in action."
"Oh right. Well he would definitely make for an interesting father at least."
“Well, my ignorant and statistically unlikely acquaintance, I would assume that you’ve never heard of me because the United States doesn’t much fancy informing other countries that their smartest and most decorated government officials and vigilantes are neanderthals in comparison to the (usually) masked criminal that stands before you,” Edward chimed, infinitely pleased with the look of wonder and shock on the young lady’s face — not to mention the dumb sort of drawl with which she spoke (oh, that accent, yep, yep, yep, good job, Nygma, Scottish indeed!). “I don’t believe you introduced yourself. Or, if you did, I wasn’t listening. So let’s hear it, hm? Loud and clear, my ginger dullard.”
Her cheeks flushed in anger, the nerve of this man! “Excuse you… I am not ignorant and neither am I a dullard. Just because I’m apparently not as smart as you… But anyway, I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less from a self confessed criminal.” She glared at him, whoever the Riddler was, he clearly was never taught that you shouldn’t blatantly insult people you’ve just met. “I’m Amy. Amy Pond. Was that loudly and clearly enough?”
“Oui, things are beyond helpless here.” She said, sighing softly. “The people’s man is dead. General Lamarque was the one man who defended us, and even so conditions were bad then. Without him, things have only gotten worse.”
"Why is it that those in power are happy to let people starve? Seems to me that they’ve never been taught to imagine themselves in someone else’s shoes…" She sighed sadly, she knew that eventually things would get better, but most of these people would die before real change happened. "I wish I could do something to fix everything."
He shuffled slightly, trying to think of an answer other than the truth but deciding to change the topic instead. “Do you want some help with that?” He asked, crouching down to pick up the pieces of the now broken coffee.
She narrowed her eyes, she knew him too well to not notice that the Doctor was avoiding questions. But she swallowed her words and let him help, “Yeah, thanks. Knowing me, I’d probably step on the broken pieces later on once I’ve forgotten about it.” She knelt down and collected the pieces, paying more attention to the Doctor’s expression than the coffee cup. “You’re quiet today.” she remarked.