Prologue
My name is Clara Oswald. I've been in here for a while now. Where am I might you ask. I am in the mental hospital. Ward 13 on the 13th floor. Lucky me, lucky me. They say I'm insane because I see things that they cannot. Things that are dangerous, mysterious and deadly. Ones that shoot lasers, ones that 'kill you nicely', ones that have no emotion, ones that are fueled on hate and a man who can fight without a gun but refuses to be violent. "Demons run when a good man goes to war." That is what the people say.
I see people get killed by these monsters. And because I am the only one who sees it, they are clueless as to what happened.
A person disappears. 'Kidnapped'. A person is changed to metal and no one sees it don't even, not even the person. They just go around murdering people until they are arrested. Things rolling around exterminating people-trying to cause genocide. "That person had a heart attack." "That was the fastest cancer related death I have ever seen." If only they could see them then it would all make sense. They wouldn't lie to come up with a reason because that's what clueless people due.
I could finally be free.
Not from the visions of course, but from a place where I have been classified as 'unstable'. They can't even see the man that runs around with a green torch that he points and does stuff with. He saves the day and no one ever thanks him. He doesn't see me, when I'm there I'm a ghost to him, a fly on the wall even. Something who doesn't deserve the attention of a person as great as him.
I have so many questions for him, if he would only notice me.
I mean, I don't even know his name.