Hello fan-fiction readers! Thanks for clicking to read this story even doing that little thing makes me happy. I will probably be watching the view count after i post this chappie up. Anyway! Here's the story, i don't own anything you recognise, but my OC Melanie Mainka is my own creation.

if you actually read all that yay! Cause i know some people don't, also that disclaimer will be the only one. I think if i owned anything to do with Doctor Who i'd have stopped posting chapters, or maybe id leave a note in the last chapter telling you lot. Whatever I'm rambling. If you read all this and you happen to review say 'pears' in the review... Haha

Impossible Things Just Happen Sometimes.

I sighed leaning back against a tree. It was an unusually sunny day, for the part of Scotland i live in it was abnormal anyway. I was on top of a small hill looking out at the small town i lived in. I could smell someone's Barbecue burning and grinned. I loved all sorts if strange smells. Like at a gas station, the smell of the petrol people all filling their cars. I loved that smell! I put the book i had been reading bck into my shoulder bag. You know, one long strap and usually they're so long they hit your butt? Mine was a dark green, used to be my mothers, before she...

"Time to go, hopefully he wont kill me this time." I muttered, swinging the bag to my shoulder and heading down the hill. A few people from my school were headed the opposite direction and i ducked my head as i passed. One of the grabbed my bag though. I turned to them annoyed but didn't do anything.

"Where ye goin'?" One of them, a huge tall guy called Frank, asked. I sighed grabbing my bag back from two girls who were giggling at what was inside. I zipoed it shut and turned.

"Home." I grumbled a hand landed on my shoulder spinning me. This time i saw Mark another guy who usually didn't even turn up for school.

"Come on! 'ave fun! Be normal for once!" He grinned pulling a can of beer out. I shook my head, how stupid could some people be? I took a step or two back before deciding it was ok to run.

"Ha! No wonder she ain't never had a guy!" I heard one of the girls laugh. Just as i ran, i ran right out their sight, out their reach. They couldn't catch me if they were expert runners right now. I ran until i could see my house my black trench coat blowing around. Yes i know, who wears a black coat on a warm sunny day? Well i do! Its my favourite coat. I felt my leg muscles burning, im so unfit! I gasped for breath. Now the worst part. I slowly approached the door and snuck in, the door creaked and i widened my eyes slight fear settling in. Then i gasped ducking as a glass bottle was thrown my way and shattered against the door. I ran to my room fast as possible and in the process of closing the door something stopped it.

"No, no no!" I shouted tears forming, why did he always do this? Whenever i came home he would attack me. I slapped at the hand that appeared trying to grab me away from the door. The hand vanished a second and i could finally feel how hard my heart was pounding. Then a slam and my bosy froze against the door, which shook from the foce. I closed my eyes as another slam came making the door open a slight touch. I gasped the last he did as the door burst open enough for me to stunble forwards landing half on the foot of the bed.

"What did i tell you?! Don't bother trying to lock yourself away from me! It didn't work did it?" He smashed a bottle and took one part of it, that part with the long neck and a few jagged edges. He slowly walked towards me, my eyes widened and i srambled back. "Im going to tell you a story." He whispered and grabbed my hand i tried to pull away but it was no use. I felt so weak, i couldn't stop him. "About an adopted little girl who's adoptive mother died." I froze, what is he getting at. He took that pause in my struggling to dig the bottle in just where the joint is on my arm and dragged the cut down my arm towards my palm. I screamed as it burned probably the alcohol.

"Left her with her adoptive father, who slowly realises, he doesnt have to care for the little bitch!" My father? Laughed slightly when he realised tears were pouring down my face. "Guess what? Your the little bitch." He told me before flipping me to my Stomach. I was so weak, he lifted the back of my shirt and cut my back with the bottle. Right down along the side of my spine then along the other side of it. Me screaming at the burning the entire way. My throat starting to hurt from screaming. Was he saying i was adopted? At least now i knew i wasn't related to this-this monster! Just before he left (after giving me cuts all over the place) he slapped my face grinning.

"I have to get out of here." I said aloud to myself the second he closed the door. I couldnt leave like this though, could i? I think laying in a pool of blood covered in blood would just attract attention. I had to at least was my hair. Once the bleeding at least slowes i crept out into the bathroom, my whole body burned. Then when i was showering it was as if he opened them all again. When i got out i was happy they didnt all start bleeding again.

Once i had all my clothes on i looked at myself in a mirror. I always knew i was so pale. My possible mother always said i reminded her of snow white because of my blcak hair too. I never even thought i could be adopted. I started from the bottom, red converse and dark blue laces. The bottom of the trench coat reached just above that. Dark purple skinny jeans, my so called father said my lega looked like sticks with them on. But i don't care, i like the style thats why i wear them.

Ihad a red and blue chequered belt. My top was dark grey and had one of those cartoon or comic book jagged bubbles. It had 'Zap!' on it. My coat was a similar style to the Tenth Doctor's, you know, Doctor who? Coming up further, my choker coller with the letter 'M' hanging down a few bits of chain also hanging at different points. A golden heart was longest and almost went down into my top, and the neckline was almost at the point i think 'too low.' My hair now was still black but had red dip dyed at the bottom, also a full fringe. I also had dark blue highlights through the fringe. Strange i know, but who cares? I sniffed as tears came to my eyes, it hurt to move so maybe putting mascara and eyeliner should wait.

I sighed looking at my almost black eyes. They are a dark brown. But they look black. I quickly gathered my belongings. All going into the green bag. IPod, Mobile, Doctor Who book collection, Sonic Screwdriver -toy of course- amd Vortex manipulator, also toy. My other things didn't fit. The tears fell as i grabbed one last thing other than whatever money i had. The picture of my mother. I ripped off the part with my father, then stuffed it in my pocket. I slung the bag on my shoulder and tried to stay quiet as i cried walking down the hall to the door.

"Where are you goin'?" I heard and gasped turning only to have a bloodied bootle at my face. Possibly the same one as earlier.

"I want to leave." It came out a whisper, i was scared, this man is supposed to take care of me, not hurt me. But to my surprise he stepped aside laughing.

"Go ahead, you wont last long. You'd be dead by the end of the night." He glared at me watching, i took a few slow steps towards the door. "Go before i kill you right now and save the trouble of someone else doing so!" He yelled and being the scared person i was at that moment i scrambled out the door in a hurry. Another smashed bottle fell to the floor. Just barely missing me and hitting the wall. I decided i would get a bus or train somewhere. See what happens?

Ok so what i need to know now is, do i need to make this an 'm' cause i really don't understand the rating. Also, did ya like it? Not much no Doctor yet, but this is just to get to know my character just now. Doctor possibly in next chappie... :D

Oookaaay see you all soon!