Twelve Years And Four Psychiatrists!

Chapter 1 - Target Hit.

"Yes! Whole one hundred and fifty pounds! This is sooo going towards that drama trip!" Amelia exclaimed as She counted the up her sweet money on my bed. That saying...Money makes you happy. Well it made her happy today until...
"Your not going there Amelia!" Aunt Sharon exclaimed as she burst threw the doors taking Amelia's worked money away from her. She made a "Oh' sound as her happiness fell once more.
"What?" she shrieked as she leapt up from her bed and followed Her Auntie to the Door.
"Your to young Amelia!"
"I'm sixteen!" she cried. "I'm classed as an adult!"
"Your not! Not in my eyes your not! Your still a stupid child Amelia!" she hissed.
"I'M NOT A CHILD!" She screamed in her face.
"Yeah, try not biting the psychiatrist for once!"
"She was being a bitch." she mumbled.
"AMELIA!" her Auntie shouted at her.
"Just like you are now then..." she mumbled as she rolled her eyes and folded her arms. Her Hazel eyes stuck to the floor, until they glimpsed up to see the range on her Aunties face.

SLAP! Amy clutched her face, which now turned a dark pink/ red colour.
"You NEVER use them words with ME, AMELIA!" she hissed threw her teeth. Pain tingled all around her cheek. She pulled her hand away to see just a little blood where she backhanded her with her rings and scraped her skin.
Sharon walked off slamming the door behind her, taking Amelia's rightful money.

Tears stained Amelia's sore and blood struck face. She knew this day had to come. She raced underneath her bed and took her tatty suitcase and started to fill it with Clothes, Make-up, toiletries etc but then it came to a point where all her raggedy Doctor stuff couldn't fit in her case. She emptied it all out and placed every item, cartoon, poster, clothes, doll etc in her case which left little room for her clothes.

Even though Amy had turned to Make-up, hair straighter's and boys. She still believed in him. Every second she believed that he was going to come for her. Burst in like some sort of hero ( bit like superman or spiderman or batman or...Or...him) and say something on the lines of 'Come with me Amelia, we'll eat fish fingers and custard till are hearts contempt' and they'll run off together. Even 9 years and 3 psychiatrists couldn't but her off these thoughts. She couldn't leave all her things behind. Sharon might crush them, like every childhood hope she had or ever dreamt of having.

"Oh well..." she mumbled at the spread clothes all over the floor, before she shoved her yellow Wellington boats over her dirty black skinny jeans. Finally she headed to get her yellow rain coat and placed it over her red jumper and fastened the black buttons up.

She was ready for the out doors. Just one tiny winy set back. Where was she meant to go? And how was she going to get down without Aunt Sharon noticing.
Her eyes flickered to the windows after some time to think. Even though it was stupidly dangerous because the white gates that ran up the wall will be covered in wet hammering rain and it might not even take her weight.
It was either that or digging a tunnel with her tweezers.

Taking the first option. She heaved the window up and looked down.
"Holy Shit..." she mumbled. Taking a step back. "No, Amelia, you have to do it." she persuaded herself. She picked up her suitcase, shoved her hood attached to her rain coat over her fiery red straight hair and climbed out of the window.
The gate rattled as she climbed lower and lower. At one point her heart came out of her skin when footsteps up to Amelia's room got louder and louder.
"Amelia!" Her Auntie Called. "That's the 20th time i've shouted Dinners ready!" she shouted as she stomped her way up them flights of stairs.
"It's like talking to a brick wall." The sound of thunder clapped as she started to race down the gate.

Amelia v Sharon

"On more step..." she muttered. Her pinkie toe touched the ground and suddenly she knew she was safe. Mud splattered as she landed on her Aunties best flowers and destroyed them all.
"Amelia!" her Auntie called from Amelia's window. The wet girl stared up at her Aunties furious face as she got pounded by rain. But she Smirking. Something in her brain must have triggered Amelia to shout up.
"Suck on that biatch!" before she flipped her off and ran like hell with her suitcase.
"As soon as you get back you are soo dead!" she screamed. Her voice echoed around the small town of Leadworth.

She hated Leadworth and her Auntie. Two things that she'll agree on. She wanted to go back to Scotland. With her parents...

Running down the pavement, she look like a drowned rat, her hood had come of letting the freezing rain hit her and more prone to get hit by lightening.
She panicked as the black night drew in. She raced past the Post office which was shut and the Duck Pond all the way to the house.

She skidded past the house then turned to race up the driveway. Cars in always a good sign, she thought as she approached the house.
Slamming the door down with her fist was the best way to get their attention. Her wide eyes stared at the knocker on the door. She just hoped and hoped and hoped.

"Argh, Amelia!" Her boyfriend, Rory Williams exclaimed. Clearly in shock.
"Rory!" she smiled. "Can I stay here for a while?" she asked as she lifted up her suitcase.
"Runaway /an escapee, hey?" He asked as he let her in, taking the suitcase of her.
"Sorta like that." she answered, Rory lifted his eyebrow at her as he placed her case by the stairs.
"Ok, ok. It is a lot like that." she shook her hair, like the way a dog did when they just came out from a dirty lake or the clear sea. Rory laughed as he got splattered by drops of rain.
"Amelia!" he laughed in happiness. She giggled at his response.
She had threw her boots in the corner letting her pink fluffy socks threw she had hung her coat up on the banister to let her bright red jumper to leap out. She grinned at Rory with eager eyes. He grinned back until...

"Oh My God." his smile. Wiped off his face in an instance.
"What?" she asked as her smile wiped of her face. Her eyes widened.
He's noticed. That all she could think.
"Your face?" He asked as he walked slowly to her. She cowered as she covered her cheek. Her thoughts were right.
"It's nothing." She lied.
God it killed like hell. It still stung. It burned like Ice. So physically cold it hurt.
"Let me look." he sighed as he placed his hand on her. She removed her hand slowly to let threw the cut of her skin and the redness.
"Oh Amelia." he sighed as he touched it. She whimpered as she gazed at his eyes.
"Oh Amelia yourself." she snapped at him as she pulled away.
"Go get dry, towels are upstairs. I'll get you some food." he told her.
"Thanks. Oh if my Auntie Calls...Tell her I'm not here, I don't know what she'll do to me once I get back."
"Why?" he asked.
"Tell ya in a min." she replied as she hoped up the stairs.

10minutes later...
"Amy, can I come in?" Rory asked as he tried to balance a bacon sandwich with a glass of full fat coke on his leg.
"Yeah." she answered. He walked in to see that her hair had gone into sexy natural curls and her black mascara had ran from her eyes.
"Oh cheers!" she exclaimed as she chomped into her bacon sarnie. Rory just smiled. He totally wanted her...To be happy. You lot are sick if you thought he wanted to get into her pants... Ok only a little bit he did.
"Best sarnie ever!" Amelia exclaimed whilst she munched away.
"Thanks." it only to about 5minutes for Amelia to neck all that coke and eat that sandwich.
"Thanks for the food and the towels and letting me in." she smiled.
"No probs, besides it's Saturday tomorrow, a whole day of being Lazy." Rory answered.
"So why couldn't I tell your Auntie you were staying here?" He wondered.
"Well its a long story..." Amelia cringed.
"We have mostly all night."

"Ok, she took my money for the drama trip to london, all £150. She called me a child and i couldn't go. Then I called the psychiatrist a bitch, then her. She got all pissy and backhanded me. She stomped off taking my Money, so I packed my suitcase, then I took everything out then repacked it. I climbed down that gate thing outside my window. She saw me at the bottom. I stuck my finger up at her, called her a biatch she told me if I come back I'll be dead, so I ran off...past the post office, the duck pond and to your house, I knocked on the door and you opened. I came in, dried my hair, you gave me a sandwich and a glass of full fat coke and here we are having this conversation." she said all In one breath. She gasped.
"You flipped your auntie off?" Rory shouted in shock.
"Shhh!" she shushed him. "Yeh."
"AHAHAHAHA!" he snorted.
"Glad it's funny, but now I'm regretting it.." she sighed.
"She did deserve it." she grinned with him. He placed his hand on her Thigh she looked at him like 'eepp and eekkk.' at the same time.

-Definition of Rory Williams:
Age 16, Nerdy teenage boy, with lack of friends. Loves sciene-y stuff. Lives In Leadworth. Loves Amelia Pond.

-Definition of Amelia Pond.
Age 16 teenage Girl, with lack of friends, sent to 3 psychiatrists in the past nine years with fail. Lives in Leadworth. Loves Rory Williams.

Do I know where this is gonna lead? Amelia asked herself over and over again.
Amelia, vital words from the brain itself. Don't do anything stupid like, edge backwards or stare at him like he's part human part cabbage, like your doing now...
"Rory?" I asked part confused and shocked. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! What did I say Ameila? Don't do Anything stupid!
"Sorry." he said defensively as he shot back.
"No, it's ok, it's my brain." she told him as Amelia placed his hand back on her thigh.
"Your brain?" he said utterly confused.
"Yep my brain, it cant supply me with words... Let it kick in." Amelia laughed. Rory smiled at her as he sorted out his strawberry blonde hair and his grey eyes gazed at her nervously.

"Ok it's kicked in." she smiled. "It's sending me words...It's saying..." dramatic pause. "Kiss...Kiss Me." she nodded then look at him. Rory leaned in to Kiss her, there lips met and then he pulled away. Noses touching each others, Amy rapped her pale hands into his soft hair...Rory's cupped her face softly as they snogged.
Mighty difference between Kiss and Snog...As Rory found out.

"Wake up sleepy head!" Rory shouted as he pulled the covers of her. She whimpered as she curled up into a ball, half asleep, half not asleep.
"Nooooo!" Amy moaned.
"Yeeessss!" Rory copied "Get up sleepy head."
"What time is it?" she asked stupidly tired as she yawned.
"Time for you to get up!" He answered. "It's 11'o clock."
"Too early let me sleep." she moaned.

"Hey look! No... it can't be..."
"Can't be what?" Amelia moaned.
"It's the Raggedy Doctor!" he exclaimed. She raced out of the bed and stared at the people below the window. She frowned.
"RORY!" she moaned as she began hitting him softly.
"What? Oh sorry my bad." he laughed as he guarding himself threw the punches.
"You know what I declare?" Amelia Asked.
"What?"
"Pillow fight!" she exclaimed as she grabbed the nearest pillow. And thwacked Rory with it, over the head, he dodged it impressively and raced to grab a pillow.
"Eepp." Amelia let out before she raced around the bed shouting 'I'm a girl, you can't hit me! I'm a girl!' she leaped on the bed watching Rory with playful pup eyes.
"Good Job your not then." Rory scarastically answered. Amelia's face dropped at his comment.
"Oh your paying for that." she laughed slash being serious. Aim...Fire! She lobbed her pillow at his head. Target hit.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Amelia laughed until she got hit in the head.
Target Hit. Her face dropped as Rory laughed with her as he went to sit on the bed. Out of puff, he really needs more time out side...

"Rory..." she sighed as she lay down on the bed.
"Yeah." he answered as he lay by her. Amelia lent on the Rorillow (Thats crossed between Rory and a pillow.)
"Do you think he will come back?" she sighed as she looked at him.
"Some day...Some day he will." he said comfortingly as he began to stroke her wacky morning hair.