AN:/ Okay, lately, I've been not watching Doctor Who. :/ I'm just gonna say this-
I've thought most of this through already, and, it miiight be long... Miiight be more than 20 chapters... Miiiight be really sad... But, I've posted this on Quotev, and NOBODY read it.. So I decided on keeping it, not deleting it, and putting it on here, and many other websites, even though I feel discouraged... ^^
Now, when I'll tell you, about how I died. Its not going to be sad.
Okay, I lied. It is sad. But, not only sad, but very nice. I'm glad to say that I died in the most amazing way possible. Which, in retrospect, isn't really a fantastic way to die. Gotta stay positive, right? But, I"ll save that for later in the story. Right now, all you need to know, is that I'm not entirely normal. Wait, no, I AM NORMAL. Normal as can be! Ah, thats what my Mum says. Which she also reminds me not to call her 'mum'. Just 'Mom'. But its like I'm trying to burp, but it isn't going up as smoothly as gas should. Like, this one time, Chloe was drinking Dr. Pepper. Which is very very sweet, But I cant really drink it with anything, cos' GAH! Getting off track! Focus! Gotta focus! OKAY! MY story, is quite the important one! So pay attention!-... Well, you don't have to, you can just sit there and look pretty. I do that all the time! Scratch out the pretty part, and I'm on my way to looking dazed!-... Okay, Sorry, Gotta go. My Mu-Mom's calling me... Talking about something in the mail. Ooh, wonder what it could be?
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-This is a POV-
After hearing my alarm clock go off for about 10 minutes, I just sat and stared.
I, once again, for 64th time in a row, had not slept. Not even a wink. I hardly if ever felt tired, and Mom said that it was normal for someone about my age, so I had nothing to worry about. Continuing on, after dealing with my troubled thoughts of sleep-deprivation, I climbed out of bed, in bright blue jammies. Mom still scolds me for my lack of proper grammar. I apologized, but it is just so much fun to say!
I smiled, when my index and thumb hit the two buttons I enjoy most.
Radio and Alarm-Turn-Off.
I started hopping around, dancing across the room, a smile practically splitting my face in two.
It was a monday! A time for learning, hence it was during the week, as it was for School. WeekENDS are for my Family, and sometimes myself. But if hardly, for I have homework. Though, I rather dislike it, Its easy as pie-making! Yes! I indeed have made pie! Though, fish isn't really good in pie. But I think its great!
Running across the hall, after bounding through my silver lined door, I giggle and slide in front of a another door, only to knock loudly with both fists.
"Heeeey! Time to wake up! Its monday! Time for School!" I yelled out, laughing, when I raced back to my room, only to land on my rear when I face-planted into the wooden door.
"Uurrggh... Note to self, install trap door IN door..." I grumbled, standing up, to brush off my silkie blue night-shirt. It had the most cutest of buttons! Little stars, and suns... Mom said that Dad got it for me when I was born. I've worn these ever since. Moms always joking around, so I bet she just kept buying the same exact pattern every year we go shopping for clothes, and telling me that Dad got them. She's so sweet! Always looking out for me and Dad! Just to make sure everyones happy.
"Moooomm! C'mooon! Get up get up get up!" I groaned, as I shook her by the shoulder wildly. She was still asleep, even AFTER I yelled at her from outside the hall. Normally she'd wake up by then.
"Nnngh... Hnuh? Oh... Honey, can you please just wait?... It'll only take a second..." She mumbled, when I raised my hand to tug on her ear.
Raising an eyebrow, I leaned over, eventually to just walk around the bed, to peer over at her from the other side, so I could see her face.
Opening my mouth, I was about to say something, when she rolled over, muttering.
"...Nnnnh.. Cant... Let her go... Dont...- ...Stay... She's safe..."
I furrowed my eyebrows, looking concerned, as I tried to look at her face again.
Is she dreaming? I thought, when I heard a loud screech echo from outside. I jumped out of my skin for a nanosecond, before turning on my heel to speedily walk out of the room. I'm rather clumsy when it comes to stairs, so I tried my best to carefully run down the stairs.
Just one foot in front of the other...
Then, I slipped.
"W-WAAAHH!"
A loud crash pierced the air, as I lay in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.
"...O..Owchie... That... Really hurt... My spinal chord.. "
I then fall over, onto my side, when another skidding sound made it way downstairs as well.
"OH MY GOODNESS, darling, what happened?..." My mothers voice rang in my ears, as I shook my head. Faintly hearing two thumps every second.
My heart was racing...
I blinked lazily, as she helped me up, her grip on my arm tightened, as she brushed me off, to keep me steady. She was in her light blue house robe, which poofed out as she dragged me into the kitchen.
She set me on a stool, as I just hunched over, my eyes shining as if they were watering.
"Here, here, drink this..."
She ordered, shoving a glass of clear liquid into my hands. I had a gut instinct rip into my head, screaming, "NO! NO! DONT DRINK THAT! NO!"
I gulped, and stared at the glass in my hands.
"Come on, its alright, its just water.. I know your head hurts, but just drink it, you'll be fine..." My Mother tried to reassure me, as said water went on sloshing in the cup I held. Said 'water' was glittering, and I blinked again, the beating rhythm in my head returning, as I continued to stare.
"...Sweetie?.. Are you okay?..."
There was a loud, a much louder, bating in my head, when she said that. So familiar. So very familiar.
I stopped playing with the 'water' in my cup, as I looked up at my mother. What?
What did she say?
That sounded so familiar...
When our eyes met, I soon saw a flash of guilt, shame, and fear.
Utter fear. Not of me, but something else. Something IN me. ON me. Just ME.
She then covered her mouth in her hands, and shook her head, her eyes glittering just as much as the water.
"M-M..Mum? Wh-Whats wrong?" I said, and my voice distinctly sounded so different. Like it wasn't my own, what I knew, what I remember. What I wasn't used to...
I was so confused, so when she took my hand, in her shaking one, and ushered me further into the kitchen. It wasn't my surprise, when she opened a cabinet, and pulled out a pill bottle, with no label, out of a compartment hidden.
"Listen, darling, you must take this, okay? It will help you..." Her voice was calm, but her hand was clammy.
She opened the seal, and dipped the bottle into her now cupped hand, the one that left mine, to hold a small, pure clear pill. The only way for to distinguish its existence, is by the little weight it gave against my palm. She stared at me, when I pressed my hand to my mouth, as I felt it tumble and slide down my throat, not needing anything to down it with, I felt numb all over.
I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel. I was confused, but not scared. Like this had happened before. SO many times. But I could recall when, or where. Here? Maybe. I'm still so not sure.
So when I woke up the next morning, I guess you can say how utterlyconfused I was. - Closing the book, The Doctor sighed. His green-blue eyes shining in the dim lanturn light, as dust covered the title of the large book, set across an old, creaking table. -
Until my Mom came in and told me everything.
Everything, of how I got sick and had to stay home and rest up.
"The Untimely End of The Doctor's Daughter"
