Hello! This is CupKate Sweets! I have started a new story, I hope you like it! Yes, i am still continuing my other story, Vampire Knight, but I have severe writer's block, so it'll have to wait a while.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who, if I did, I would marry the Doctor and not River. Also, if this makes you think that I hate River, I DO NOT! She is awesome and badass, I am just jealous.
The Universal Traveler
By: CupKate Sweets
All I know is that it's late, so very late, so very dark and lonely. The darkness residing around me is so suffocating and lonely. Had I been lonely before? Had I been saved from the darkness before? Or was I just ill minded and needed the Doctor... wait, isn't "doctor" a position rather than a name? What is a position? Never mind that, was I ever happy, was I ever in love, did I have friends? No, I do have friends, don't I? What is happiness, what is friends? What is love? Do I have a name? What is a name? It's so cold here, and dark, if there was a color darker than black, then this is it. There is more light when I close my eyes than when they are open. Eyes? Why is it so hard to breathe? It should be a natural mechanism, right? Mechanism?
Am I Dreaming?
I woke up panting, sweat rolled down my face as I sat up screaming. It was that dream again, the one where I forget who I am and everything about my life. Memories rushed to me, all of them at once making me feel happy, depressed, terrified, and a whole other mix of emotions.
I remembered everything from the time I was five up til now, I remembered my childhood, my schooling, my parents and younger sister, my twin, I remembered my fraternal twin sister who lives with me and who got mad at me last night for watching too much Doctor Who. I remember the school shooting last year at my college, I remember the fear in my classmates eyes as five of them were shot... I remember my fear of almost death, and the exhilaration of an almost death experience, the rush of adrenaline when I knocked him out with a music stand. I remember the friends I have, all wonderful in their own way. I suppose even a sociopath like me can make friends. I also remember how even though I had friends and my sisters with me, I was always alone, I was the third wheel. I may have started a group of companions to keep me company, but they were just friends, they'd join me to watch my favorite television shows, and stay over when I was home alone. I remember my friends names, Thomas Avoctes and Elaine Williams, who married Thomas three years ago and had a son named Elliot Avoctes, Annabell Slaters and Zachariah Oakwood, who are now engaged, Colin James and my fraternal twin Autumn Winters, who are dating, Kirsten Macchio and Calvin Fray, who I haven't seen since college ended and lastly, Ashley, my little sister, who might I add, is quite popular with the boys. They did, however, make me feel like I was needed.
Since I had lost my parents five years ago, I had been living off of my inheritance until I got a job as a surgeon two years ago, while I was still in college. I had kept the family home, an old victorian mansion with a large backyard, and lived with my sisters. I don't have very many memories of my parents, they were always travelling and so I had nannies that took care of me, but I do remember that when all of them quit, due to my quietness and acting like they weren't even there, driving them insane, my grandmother took care of me. She and Autumn and Ashley are the only family I have left... well had. I remember the wreck, when my parents died. And I remember the aneurysm my grandmother had. Sadly, most of all my memories are losses. Although through this, there are happiness, I remember the nicknames I gave my friends and family. I remember playing Dungeons and Dragons with them, watching television with them, staying over at their house, them staying over at mine. I remember so many happy memories as well as bad ones, and while the bad may seem to outshine the good, I had people that would always cheer me up. Sure they'd keep me company, but I fear that the secrets they have will someday tear me away from them. Or worse, make me despise them.
They keep many secrets, some of which I am scared of them telling me, but I told them to stop dwelling in the past. I had stopped thinking of the past long ago, stopped living in the past, for I knew that it'd hurt me far worse than any physical pain. I know that if you live in the past, that the past will suffocate you, and try to choke out your life. It will try to choke out your... light. Even though I remember so much of the bad, most recently the college shooting last year. Through all of that torture and torment though, I have graduated from that dreaded college and am never going back. I now work for one of my friends. And I am happy. Well... sort of.
I fell out of bed, feeling a stinging pain from the fall, I walked to the mirror and looked at my reflection, my hazel eyes plagued with fear from the terrifying amnesiac dream, my waist length, curly, golden brown hair tousled from restlessness, my already pale skin, paler and painted with sweat. Usually, I'd do anything to prevent the dreams... the nightmares. I had gotten as far to be an insomniac. But, I needed my rest for today. I am meeting with my friend, technically, he's both my friend and boss. A shower sure would be nice right now, but I won't have time. My usual looks were tainted with sleeplessness, my long, thin nose felt tight from rough breathing, eyes highlighted with dark circles, and cheeks flushed, contrasting with my skin... I swear that nightmare will be the end of me. I should have made some sort of injury to myself from falling, so pulling my hair over my right shoulder, I checked for any injuries on the left. My hands, calloused from playing piano and flute and constant writing and surgery work, traced over my delicate skin. Nope, none on the left, but there is a small scrape on the neck, there wasn't any blood, but there will be a bruise tomorrow.
I then surveyed my OCD-like room. In front of the door, my white and gold metal framed bed's gold and light blue flowered comforter is haphazardly thrown across the poor bed, exposing the dark blue sheets underneath. This is what I get for trying to sleep, a messy bed. The white carpeted floor is clear of any impurities, after all, I do have OCD, and my antique white with gold design desks are lightly occupied by morning necessities and my work, not to an extent of which it looked cluttered, because I have a place for all of my morning stuff in the first drawer of my vanity which was to the right of my bed, really all I have on my vanity is a silver hair brush and a jewelry box of which my grandmother had given me. The only other desk that is occupied by meaningful stuff is my work desk that was to the left of my bed and in front of the door to my closet, also to the left of my bed, and a long upright antique filing cabinet that I use for old files. Even then all of my work is stacked up nice and neatly in a small pile of papers off to the side of my drawing desk of which has a lamp on the right of the desk and a fake tree beside it, all of the other desks had a theme to them of which I had thrown together, but of course with OCD perfection, that theme is freedom.
For example: on one of my desks, which was to the left of my door, has a small fairy with her eyes closed wearing a red dress with red wings, blood dripping down her leg, and brown hair sitting melancholically on a geode that was sitting on a wooden bench with a small, but big to the fairy, flower pot with purple and white flowers and fake dirt on the bottom of the orange pot. To the other side is a small, but again big to the fairy, black cage with a small green bird in the cage. And lastly, in front of the bench is a normal sized, old, silver flute. The flute was my mother's. My other desk, to the right of the door without work or morning stuff has been decorated accordingly to the freedom theme. In a little attached room, it has no door; just a doorway, I have two pale green bookcases with books of many different colors arranged on them. All of them in alphabetical order, of course, and ones that wouldn't fit in the bookshelf are neatly stacked up, still in an alphabetical order. Looking up, I wondered why the lights are so dim, and I saw that one of the lightbulbs in my light fixture was out. Sighing, I put my contacts into my eyes, the iris then showing more green than brown due to the dampness of my eyes. I then inspected the lights.
...I'll have to replace them later...
Shrugging out of my royal blue pajamas, I got ready for work. I am a surgeon, the top one in the state in fact. Although, technically, I have the day off, seeing as I have to see my boss today, Thomas Avoctes. He's an old friend of mine, but he's still my boss. Getting dressed in my work attire was quite useless, seeing as I was going to see Tom, so I just dressed professionally. So, getting dressed white-collar styled, I pulled on my dark blue button down shirt without difficulty when I heard my sister, Autumn, call for me. "Kitten, time for breakfast! It's your favorite today, sunny-side eggs, sausage, and a salad!" "Alright, I'm getting dressed first though!" I replied, muffled a bit by the shirt. I had pre-buttoned it, mainly because I knew I'd probably run late. One might ask why I always run late, the truth is, I despise mornings. Okay, despise is a bit of a harsh word, truthfully, I just quite dislike them, to the point of which I'd almost rather die than wake up. I pulled on my black blazer while checking the time. It's 8:00... shit.
I am meeting Tom for lunch at 12:00 and it is a 30 minute drive. I still have to pick up groceries and help Ashley with her project. I also have to do the laundry and wash the dishes and search for a new nanny for Ash, not that she needs one, but without me, the chores would never get done without a nanny. Luckily for me, I actually woke up on time. I pulled on my black knee length skirt while I checked my schedule in my head. After I eat breakfast, I wake Ashley up, then I start a load of laundry, while the laundry is going on, I will wash the dishes and try to hire a nanny. After that, I will put the laundry in the dryer and help Ash with her project and when that is done, I leave for lunch to meet with Tom. I don't think I should worry so much. I mean, what's the point? Sure, I have even more stuff to do after my meeting, but getting through the day is the hardest on my heels, I darted out of the room.
"Mmm! Looks good, chef!" I said to Autumn. Autumn who is the best cook in like, the world, has a strange personality, well, not really. She is kind and caring and dependable and honest, but a bit goofy, short tempered, and unlike me, graceful. She has long, wavy, dark brown hair that falls down to her waist with chestnut highlights, like mine only darker, she usually keeps it down, but it seems to be that she put her hair in a ponytail to keep it from getting in the food. She has the most adorable chocolate brown eyes that shimmer with small silver specs if looked at closely. She has very voluptuous curves, but she still has a thin body. Her figure is well defined and you can tell just from looking that she is a hard worker by her hands, she has a callus on almost all of her fingers. She is probably one of the most beautiful people you will ever meet.
"I'm going to need you to-" she started, but all too late, seeing as the problem that she needed me to do was walking down the stairs right now.
"There is no need for that. I've woken early," Ashley said, walking slowly down the marble, carpet covered stairs. She is, to the guys in this town, a seductive beauty, although, she doesn't have very much of a chest or butt. Her thin frame waltzed down the stairs with grace that was hereditary, although, grace I didn't inherit, sadly. Her short, shoulder length, brown, straight, asymmetrically cut hair glided with her movements. Her small hazel eyes surveyed the scene with such serenity and calmness that if she'd stood still for a long amount of time, she could be mistaken for a statue.
"At least I won't be late trying to wake you up early," I said with the slightest sarcasm.
"I thought you'd say that. That's why I thought I'd save you the trouble and take a nap later," Ashley said, picking up the cat that had set herself on the window. Sitting down on the window, holding our cat, Addison, she looked melancholically out the window. Addison's black fur glistened in the morning sun, showing slight, shimmery brown streaks and her white stomach reflected the light towards the bamboo flooring. Her electrifying green eyes stared at me with fear, for Ashley could be quite cruel to that poor cat, even though she is the sweetest cat I know. Golden specs danced in those eyes, reflecting light back at me, making me feel sad for the poor creature.
"I finished my project early. I still can't believe it. The only ones who would help me with my homework were the damn nannies. Why couldn't our parents ever be around during our lives? They always were away, and when they got back, they always found the same damn nannies away. We did have fun though, didn't we? Scaring the nannies out of their minds by acting like they didn't exist," Ashley said, positioning her long legs to where one bent and the other lain flat against the wide window sill.
"Yes, it was quite fun, but it wasn't right and we all know that know. Don't we, Ash?" I said looking at Ashley sternly. I was like the parent here. I worked and cleaned and helped. But Autumn was the peace keeper. Ash and I always fought. Ash crossed her willowy arms over her knee, letting the cat drop and run away in fear of her nearly escaped doom, she then rested her head on her folded arms. Her arms reflected the light of the sun beautifully, due to the fact that her skin, like mine and Autumn's, is extremely pale.
"Yes. I suppose so," Ash said with slight sadness, but remarked afterwards with "Too bad my fun's over," she then lifts her head and pouts, her thin mouth's lower lip jutts out, her eyebrows crinkle along with them as her eyes lower, forming a pout that would make any guy's legs turn to jelly. Ashley then lowers her legs to the ground and stands up, grabbing her beige trenchcoat and buttoning it up over her outfit, a plain white button down and dark washed jeans. Pulling it on in one swift movement and buttoning it up quickly, she turned and faced me, starting to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked her, confused as to where she would be going at such an early hour on a Saturday morning.
"I'm going to get coffee with Brady," She said with a small, loving smile on her face.
"What about your project?" I asked, feeling very concerned.
"I stayed up late, didn't you hear me tell you that earlier?" Ash said in a matter of fact manner, explaining why I heard music coming from her room at 11:30 last night.
"Have fun then, but don't stay out too late!" I exclaimed, shouting after her. I could faintly hear her say, "Yeah, yeah. Not like we're going to have sex," with as much sarcasm as she could muster into her voice. Hmm, Brady? I wouldn't have thought in a million years that they would get together. He was the kind, nerdy type, while Ashley is the type of girl that is, well, to be honest, she's a player. Not a slut, of course, but, she likes to toy with guy's hearts. With Brady though, she actually smiled lovingly, not the sadistic smile that she usually gets when toying with people's hearts. To put my ideas quite frankly, I think that he's the one for her. He may even help her change her sadistic ways. Brady already helped her through so much of her life, he is always there for her, like when our parents died. Okay, I admit it, earlier was quite the sarcasm I had. I knew that they would date. And I was planning on setting them up if they didn't get together before her birthday.
I stole a glance at the fridge. On the fridge was a picture of Brady and Ashley, together. Brady's arm was wrapped around Ashley's waist, and the smile that Ashley wore wasn't in the least bit sadistic. Brady is my age. That's two years older than Ash. He has short, curly hair with bangs that reach above his eyebrows. His eyes, a tantalizing brown color, sparkle at Ashley more than anyone else in the world. He has thin lips, quite like Ashley. He has a gymnast's build. Lean yet muscular. All in all, he is the perfect person for Ashley. Not just in looks, but also in personality. He is a kind person, loyal and caring. I couldn't wish for anyone better for her. I silently laughed at my thoughts. She's impossible.
Ashley then returned rather quickly to the house in quick, jumpy, exhilarating movements."I'm doing your hair before I leave, you can't go see your boss looking like that!" Ashley said, practically throwing me down in a chair. She let my hair down and started by brushing my hair. She then took our straightener and straightened my hair, humming a tune that I'd never heard before, she started braiding two small braids that reached the back of my head, putting an elastic in them and bobbypinned the small ponytail, making it look teased. I don't know how she did it, but she finished it all in under ten minutes.
"There! Now, didn't I tell you to sleep with a ponytail? You had some horrendous bed-head missy!" Ash called while sauntering out the door with a slight skip in her steps. Like I said, Brady is special.
"Kitten!" Autumn yelled, calling me over 30 minutes after that whole fiasco.
"Yes," I said walking into the kitchen, a bright yellow room with oak cabinets, modern appliances, an island, and a bar.
"You're leaving for groceries soon, right?" She asked, looking nervous.
"Yes, what's wrong?" I said, feeling very concerned.
"Colin is coming over for dinner, can you get the ingredients for shepherd's pie?" She asked, twiddling her thumbs.
"All of them?" I asked, wondering if the fridge was empty again. Ashley went grocery shopping last time, so that may be the case.
"Yes, you know Ash," She said anxiously.
"Yes, yes I do, okay. Uh, do you want me and Ash to leave the house tonight?" I asked, raising and lowering my eyebrows in a manner that I know would embarrass her. Her cheeks then flushed and she resembled a tomato.
"I-I uhh, umm," She stammered, sweat rolling down her face and her pupils were dilated.
"Okay then! I will get Ashley to stay over at Brady's, and I'll be over at Mourine's!" I exclaimed, very happy for my sister.
"Th-that's not necessary!" She yelled, a little mad and embarrassed at the same time.
"To keep you two together, I'd do anything," I said, going on speed dial, contacting Brady.
"Hello? Who is it?" A groggy, musky voice came over the phone.
"Hi Brady, it's Katrina, I wanted to know if Ashley could stay over at your house tonight?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.
"Uh, sure, but why do you need her away?" he asked me, treading his ground carefully.
"We have some business to attend to, and I don't want her home alone," I stated, motherly like. I then heard a whooshing noise as the phone was then picked up by someone else.
"Hey, sis, wazzap?" Ashley asked blissfully. I then caught myself wondering what was she just doing?
"My question for you is, what were you just doing?" I asked her, waiting for an answer.
The phone was then cut off... Damn.
"What was that about?" Autumn asked, overhearing the whole phone call.
"I think Ash already has plans, so you shouldn't worry," I said, sickening myself from what I thought just happened. Their relationship has moved way too fast.
"What was she doing?" Autumn asked, worried.
"Brady," I said, silently snickering into my hand.
"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, trying to make sure that she heard correctly.
"Brady!" I yelled at her, excited.
"Wha-what?! But- they- but, but!" She stammered again.
"Just got together? I know, right?!" I said, disbelieving.
"O-okay... um, listen, you really didn't need to set up anything with Colin and I- it wasn't necessary," She again stammered out, this time quite annoyingly so.
"It's fine, I have to take care of Mourine anyways, besides, you two need some alone time," I stated a matter of fact like. Deciding to be a little funnier, I then slyly said, "Just make sure that you don't stain the sheets!" Before I left, sprinting out of the kitchen door before Autumn could catch me.
I can distinctly hear footprints behind me, I'm running from someone. But, who? "Gotcha, you perv!" I could clearly hear before a thumping pain all over my body and a darkness overcame me.
All I know is that it's late, so very late, so very dark and lonely. The darkness residing around me is so suffocating and lonely. Had I been lonely before? Had I been saved from the darkness before? Or was I just ill minded and needed the Doctor... wait, isn't "doctor" a position rather than a name? What is a position? Nevermind that, was I ever happy, was I ever in love, did I have friends? No, I do have friends, don't I? What is happiness, what is friends? What is love? Do I have a name? What is a name? It's so cold here, and dark, if there was a color darker than black, then this is it. There is more light when I close my eyes than when they are open. Eyes? Why is it so hard to breathe? It should be a natural mechanism, right? Mechanism?
Am I Dreaming?
What is a dream? I feel like I have deja vu. What is deja vu? My head hurts. It hurts so much. The pain is killing me, death is coming closer. What is a head? What is pain? And death too, what is it? I'm so confused. What is happening right now? My past is fading and melting along with my future in purple swirls, reds flash before me and greens vividly brighten around the darkness. My time is coming. I think I can hear cicadas chirping. Cicadas? What is a cicada? What is purple and red and green? Is it what just brightened up the darkness? The cicadas, no the sonic screwdriver is getting louder. What is a sonic screwdriver? I feel as if I am imprisoned. I am imprisoned in my own mind. Someone, please save me. Please, call the Doctor. Get me out of this horrid dream!
Okay guys, I know it's a little weird, any who, love you! R&R! Peace!
Lots of Love and Friendship,
CupKate Sweets