Hello everyone! I hope you like my story. c: I wrote it at 1 AM. xD I'm actually at the beach at the moment, so I got this idea, and decided to type it out! Please review if you like it, and to get another chapter! Thanks lovelies! xoxo

This is the story of how I met a fictional character.

Stop laughing.

I mean it!

Fine. But really. I always was an optimist to a degree, unless my mom was around to bring down the mood. I never accepted anything as "impossible", just highly unlikely.
I'll give you some background of my life, so you can get a good picture, I suppose. My name is Elliana Scott, but I go by Ellie. I'm 17 years old, almost 18. I'm a big kid at heart, so almost being an "adult" is quite frightening. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, all I know is that I love to draw and anything to do with space. I have 4 older siblings, 3 sisters and a brother. Micah is 20, Levi and Lacey are twins, both 23. And Julianne is 27.

Our family is American (we live in California), but we have strong background of Scottish and German, so naturally, I'm very pale and have red hair. I stick out like a sore thumb in California, where seemingly everyone has a tan and blonde hair. Micah and the twins have brown hair, but Julie has red hair like mine.
We all have blue-grey eyes, except for Micah, who has very green eyes. She got it from dad. I'm a big fan girl, and I stay up too late and read a lot. I love science and literature. I get slightly verbally bullied by the girls of my grade, but I usually end up just either turning the other cheek, or slapping her cheek. Heh. So I think that's enough, let's dive into my story, eh?

I'm sitting on the balcony, admiring the beautiful sunset from our condo at Newport Beach. It was teacher conference week, which meant no school for a week. The sun was just setting, and the reflection made the blue ocean even bluer, and shine like a freshly cleaned diamond. The sky was a light pink, and the condos and buildings beyond had a hazy look to them. These are the moments where I wish I had at least one sibling at home so I could share this beauty with them, but they're all either married, or studying far away at college. I shake the thought and try to stay positive and happy. I was enjoying the serene picture before me when my mom hastily slides the screen door.

"Elliana! Come inside, we need to get going, or else we'll miss our reservation for Captain Seafood!"

I sigh and nod, getting up from my seat. My mom is a bit, well, overbearing at times. My dad is pretty relaxed, but when he's mad, he's very mad. My parents don't get along, infact, if they didn't live together, I'd say they hate each other. I shake my head again, and trudging inside the chilly condo. My parents insist on it being 68-70 degrees in here, and it's September.
I go into my room and pick out a pair of grey jeans, and a navy and cream striped sweater, put on my flip flops, and we head out the door.

On the way there, I get out my iPhone and check my Instagram. Nope, I'm no one's WCW.

Again.

Yes, I am aware of how self-centered that sounded, and how foolish I am for wishing for such a small, self-absorbed, petty thing. I'm not surprised by the lack of interest or notifications, I mean I've never had a boyfriend. It still stings though, when guys don't even give me a second glance, but it's whatever. Right as I'm about to put my phone up, my dad turns around, and sees my phone case and laughs, shaking his head. It's a TARDIS. Yes, I'm a Whovian. A Wholockian, if we're being specific. Big nerd, over here! *waves arms* My code to my phone is "Sher" (7437 for those who didn't have to deal with old phones that had the letters on the numbers to text with) and my lock screen is "I am SHER locked"

So everyone guessed my password, while I thought I was being clever.

Good going Ellie.

Anyway, we get to the restaurant and finish our meals, and as we're getting in the car, I ask if we can stroll on the beach tonight, which my parents agree to.

I climb out of the car and head to the creepy elevator inside the even creepier parking garage.
Seriously, does NO ONE else think these are freaky? The dim lighting and damp atmosphere is unsettling enough, without the dingy looking walls and cigarette butts everywhere. I sigh and press the elevator button, and use my hand sanitizer quickly after.
What? I'm a germ freak, sue me.
We all get in the ominous elevator and eventually make it to our building, then our room. I go to my "temporary room" (vacation room) and pick out a pair of neon green shorts and a black tank, with my grey hoodie over it that says "Gallifreyan University" on it.

Hey, at least I can trick people that don't watch DW into thinking I go to college and have my life together, right?

Once everyone is ready, (which includes the "Do you have your phone? Flashlight? Water?) is over with (and the "Mom, it's just a walk on the beach") argument settles down, we finally make it out there. I put my headphones in, and click my YouTube app. I type in "Madame De Pompadour theme" and listen to the beautiful music Murray Gold produces. The man's a genius.
I can't help but look at the clear sky and the bright stars, shining above the sea water, and smile. I run down the beach a bit, ungracefully I might add, and reach the shore. I close my eyes as I smell the salt water float through the air, and the gentle, crisp breeze graze across my skin like a silk blanket.

My smile slowly fades as my enchanting music is interrupted by my parents bickering, which is slowly increasing in volume. By the boardwalk, no less. People stare, and I pretend not to notice. But that gets increasingly hard as they get much, much louder, and eventually I have to rip out my headphones, and I just run up the beach, past my childish parents who don't even take note that their child is running back to the hotel, through the lobby, into the elevator, and in the room. I slowly lean against the wall, and bite back the urge to cry.

No.

I will not cry.

But my body doesn't seem to get that message as my lower lip trembles, and tears threaten to spill onto my freckled cheeks. Why won't they just get a divorce? It'd be better than hearing them fight constantly about the smallest of things, it starts with "You forgot the mustard at the store!" or "Did you dust the mantle?" and it ends with "Why did I EVER think of marrying YOU!?" or "You disgust me, go get a better job so you can support our children better, you unworthy pig!"

Honestly, it's so exhausting for me too, and they don't even notice, never mind care. I slip into my room and put in my music again. Music keeps me alive. It keeps my heart beating, my lungs breathing oxygen, and most importantly, my soul refreshed.
What I guess is an hour later, I hear the lock click open and the door slam. Mumblings from outside my door are heard, and I creak open the door to see my Dad getting sheets for the couch, before menacingly saying to my mother "Maybe if we didn't decide to have children, we wouldn't fight. It's all your fault, Linda!"

And that's when I snapped.
I hopped off the bed, and ripped open the closet. I took all my clothes out of it, and stuffed it into my suitcase I brought with me. I creaked open my door, and packed all my toiletries, and lastly, grabbing my white flip flops and Gallifrey sweatshirt. And by this point, 45 minutes later I add, my dad is deep asleep in the living area, and I press my ear to my mom's room, and I hear her light snoring. By this point it's past midnight, so I quietly tiptoe down the hall, and unlock the door. Once I shut the door, I sprint down the hall to the elevator, and get down to the beach.

I need to get away.

Once I'm actually on the beach, I realize how stupid of an idea this was.
Once I get to my "spot" on the beach, I realize how stupid of an idea this was. A 17 year old girl, alone, in the dark, on the beach, with a cell phone almost dead, and a suitcase. Aren't I intelligent?
I puff air out of my mouth in frustration, and my bangs fly up. I just decide to sit down, and I start to lazily draw in the sand. What I'm going to actually DO, I'm not sure. My hot-tempered nature got ahold of me before I could think through my actions.
I tend to do that.
With the "I am the Doctor" theme stuck in my head, I suddenly stand up, and the most ridiculous thought runs through my head. I squat down and write "Come save me, Doctor" in the sand. I know, it's extremely lame, cheesy, and stupid. But I'm not exactly a "down to earth" or logical person, so I do it anyway. I mean, the ocean will just wash it away anyway. I write it in big letters, and just for kicks, doodle some stars beside it. Content, I fold up my sweatshirt and put it behind my head, and rest my heavy eyes for a moment.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep on a PUBLIC BEACH until I was awoken by a strange sound. Someone could have raped me, or killed me, or kidnapped me!
I try and slow my racing heart down, and take note that I'm unharmed. I check my iPhone time, mildly surprised it's not dead, and it says 4:56 am. I decide to head back up to my room, unpack and just deal with the yelling like I always have, and stop being such a baby about it.
I stand up and brush the sand off my backside and give my red hair a few tosses to shake the damp sand out. Grabbing my jacket and shoes, I start to head back to the lobby when I hear that strange, but all too familiar sound again.

The sound that changed my life forever.