There's different faces, different conditions, different reasons, but always the same promise: Everything. Come with him, and he'll show you everything. And almost always there is consent, where they throw aside the possibility of their death for this undeniable promise.
And I was promised that, and I took that. Here's my story, the story of a quiet girl and the man who heard her true words for the first time. I should tell you now: I die at the end. This is a biography, after all. There's always a death at the end.
But first I'll tell you the beginning.
I was born, a normal, human girl, on a rainy day in April. My mother, Sylvia, brought me home to our apartment in Seattle. My father was a missing half of that puzzle that I never really thought about. It was just me and Mom.
I was a rambunctious toddler, as most are. I remember once when my mother found me in the closet of a restaurant with my imaginary friend, Abby. We'd been playing hide and seek and she found us. Abby was gone by the time I turned five.
In seventh grade, I started middle school as a pale brunette just starting to develop. It was then that I became less and less quiet. My listening, I knew most of the gossip as well as the material they were cramming down our throats. A bright child, but a silent child. I rarely made comments, and rarely raised my hand. A small group of friends, no enemies.
After graduating High School I left my mother to go across the country, across the ocean, to Manchester as an exchange student. My plane crashed.
According to earthen records, that's where this biography stops.
But no, no it didn't. Because I was saved by the Doctor.