Authours Note: I created this today because in English we were doing creative writing! I love writing stories and I thought what about a Doctor Who story! lol Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please R&R! xx
When I was seven, my life changed for the better. My knowledge filled with things I thought were impossible. I saw the world in a different view. I was no longer the little redhead who lived in the boring village of Leadworth. The one who believed there was nothing more to life. Instead, I was the little redhead girl who lived in the big universe. Waiting for her magic doctor to return.
He promised me he'd return. He said he would be five minutes. He said to trust him because he weren't like people. I trusted him at that point, I thought he was special but now...I'm not so sure. I guess he's just a madman with a box who doesn't keep his promises just like adults.
People around me thought I was going mad. Always going on about this man. The man who came into my house and went through lots of food, searching for something to please his taste buds. The one who showed up when I prayed to Santa, hoping for someone to turn up to erase the crack in my bedroom wall. He introduced me to aliens like prisoner zero and the Atraxi.
Aunt Sharon was getting really worried and she didn't want to be seen as the guardian of some mad little girl. She had sent me to see four physiatrists but none of them worked. Everytime they tried to persuade me that he weren't real, I bit them. After the fourth physiatrists, Aunt Sharon had enough and had decided to give up on that idea.
I grew up having Rory as my best friend. He was always there for me when people who didn't believe in my Doctor upset me. We'd play dress up and I would dress him up just like the Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. Rory even trained to be a doctor. A medical one that is, not a magical doctor but it was enough for me. He never got that far though; he only managed to be a nurse.
I'm twenty one now and it's the night before my wedding. Yes, to Rory. The man who lived as a nurse.
I was dreaming about the Doctor. About how magical he was what he had shown me and what he had told me. Then a familiar noise woke me up. My eyes snapped open and I ran to the window to check, just in case I was dreaming. I had been doing that a lot lately. But no, this was real. I knew it.
I grabbed my dressing gown, slipped my shoes on and ran downstairs to the back garden. There he was. My raggedy Doctor and his blue box behind him.
He offered me a chance of a lifetime. A chance to travel through time and space with a man I've known since I was seven and only met once. I wasn't sure whether to accept at first but after seeing inside of his blue box, how could I decline?
When I was seven, I had an imaginary friend and the night before my wedding, my imaginary friend came back.
He was my magical Doctor and no-one could tell me he weren't real.