I didn't see you coming
There were no signs of warning
Yeah you came from behind
Its not right its not right
You're not playing fair
I didn't see you there
It all started my very first time seeing the Doctor. He came from nowhere. He was my knight in shining armour. He was random, giddy, and oh so kind. It was as if he existed soley to help make a sad little Scottish girl smile. And then he left little Amelia Pond, alone. I never meant for this to happen. I swear I didn't. But after he left, all I could think was WHY? At school I was the chubby Scottish girl in the english village. At home I was the loathsome niece who had been forced upon my aunt. And in my own head? That's where the dangerous place was. In my head I was the fat, unwanted, Scottish, ugly, left behind, stupid, too trusting, worthless girl in the english village who my aunt had never wanted. The doctor stopped those thoughts for awhile. He enticed me, he made me smile so so wide, but the moment he left me sitting on my little suitcase in my cold garden, the thoughts were back, but they were increased by a tenfold. I felt lonely everywhere I went now. No matter what I did I was worthless. Undeserving. If I was ever happy it was because I would believe the Doctor might come back for me, and save me from this hell hole. That belief, it was SO intense. So strong. But it lasted a second, and then I fell back down, into the dark depths of my own mind. So here I am, 18 years old, 5"6, and 97 pounds. Here I am 10 years later, and the same weight as I was when I was 4"10 and 8 years old. Now I'm a monster. The scars of my past evident all over my body. And why? Because a mad man with a box left me behind, stuck in my own painful reality.