Cassidy Heart was lying in bed. Despite the fact that I had important things that I needed to do. I was going to wake up when I felt like it. One of the best things about living alone. The hour I had turned 18 I had bought a flat for myself in New York. I was done with my family. A more despicable group of people you couldn't find. My alarm clock went off for the fifth time. Groaning I finally relented. Hitting the thing as hard as I could it powered off and I stretched my arms. Throwing back my Tardis quilt and stepping on the cold hardwood floor shivering the whole time. Turning on my electric fireplace I pulled on my blue robe.

I had been pleasantly surprised when on my birthday two months ago to find my mother had left me a rather large inheritance that I could finally claim since I had turned 18. Said inheritance bought me a large flat and freedom from my horrid father and two brothers. They hadn't been the happiest that they were left practically nothing and my father had tried everything in his little power to take what was rightfully and lawfully mine. Failing at that he threw me out not realizing that moments before I had bought the flat that I had been saving up practically every penny I earned for.

The place was now decked out how I liked. The walls were finally painted to my liking. Multiple shades of blue. I had Doctor Who objects all over. A shelf of sonic screwdrivers, adipose plushes, TARDIS pillows, and a fez among other things. My closet consisted of Doctor Who shirts and shoes and bags. In other words I was a major Whovian.

One of the things I had to do today was publish new chapters for my Doctor Who fanfiction. I had been getting a lot of good reviews lately and was feeling very good about where they were going. I had just drawn up a new character last night and was calling her Serena. She had long golden hair and big green eyes. But my favorite part about her was the fact that she had purple rimmed glasses and a splattering of freckles all along the bridge of her nose. She was one of the cutest characters that I had made yet.

Whilst thinking about my character my cat Rory walked through my legs. Picking him up I walked over to his food bowl and gave him breakfast for which in my mind he dubbed me best owner in the world. Leaving him purring contentedly I ventured over to the window that faced the street outside.

Considering that it was 10:00 in the morning that streets of New York were busy. And since it was a saturday they would stay busy. Sighing I plopped onto the couch where Rory done with his meal joined me.

"Well buddy I guess its a stay at home day today." Again. I thought. I had already had quite a few stay at home days since moving here two months ago. I hadn't had a chance to make any friends. Then again I was never one to make friends. It may have something to do with the fact that I was always having conversations with imaginary people. The other kids dubbed me weird and a freak along with my brothers who were the main tormentors in my life.

Looking at all the Doctor Who regalia I had the sudden urge that this stay at home day would require another marathon of Who proportions. Taking out all of my Doctor Who discs I waved my hand over all of them and closed my eyes. stopping my hand I placed it on a disc. My pointer finger was touching the first episode of season three Smith and Jones. Martha wasn't my favorite companion that spot was held by Donna Noble! The best companion ever!

Putting the disc in I pop up and over to the kitchen nearly tripping on Rory who was running figure eights around my legs.

"Hey quit it stupid head you are gonna make me fall." I laughed at him shooing him away with my hands. skipping my leg over the silly animal I finally made it to the pantry which I thankfully had stocked with tons of food a few days ago. Taking the microwave popcorn out I put it in the microwave. A weird chill ran up my spine. Turning to the kitchen window no one was watching me. All I could see was the building across the street the statues were staring out like guardians looking over the people. But i could swear one of them was looking right at me. The alarm went off for the popcorn snapping me out of my staring contest with a statue. Turning around I shake off the feeling. It was probably because of my mind being on Doctor Who at the moment. Taking my popcorn I walk over to the couch and immerse myself in a story of a Judoon Platoon Upon The Moon.

-TIME SKIP TO 9:00 PM-

Its funny how even though I slept in I ended up so tired at the end of the day. Still sitting on the couch I switched the disc from Vincent and The Doctor to The Lazarus Experiment. Deciding since I started with Martha I should end with Martha. Curling up on the couch I placed the blue raspberry lollipop in my mouth and finished drawing my new character. And she was beautiful.
She had Waist-length wavy silver hair with bangs that swooped over her eyes and the tips of her hair and bangs were dyed Tardis blue, and she had calculating ice blue eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul. Her skin was pale and flawless and her body was all very well muscled and skinny with an hourglass figure. She was one bad-ass chick that you would not want to run into in a dark ally. And I loved her.
I drained my... honestly I lost count... Wine cooler and it actually started to have an effect on me and I was really drowsy. Putting the paper and my colors down and sunk lower on the couch. A weird tingle went up my back. I winced in pain when my head felt like a lightning bolt had hit it. every three seconds it would happen again. I fell off the couch and hit my head on the coffee table. Shooting back up I put my hand to my head only with it to come away with blood. Damn. I start to see two Rorys. Another shock goes through my head. Both my hands jerk to my head. Tears are in my eyes now the pain is too much. My vision goes blurry. Is that a Chandelier? No its my flat and my flat does not have a chandelier. The pain shoots through me again I cry out.
I'm laying on the floor in a fetal position. I'm rigid as a board I sense Rory come over to me and licks my nose. The last thing i know is a distant wind gusting around me and a strangely familiar song.