The Child of the Bad Wolf

A hole, ripped in the fabric of time and space. The cracks that are there, but they aren't there. This is how I came to meet my Metacrisis Father, and the pain that he saw in me. The grief and misery of remembering what happened all those years ago, the years that he never got to spend with my mum. This is the story of how I met The Doctor.

I saw the crack in my wall when I was reading a book on my bed, a nice Nancy Drew novel I had gotten from the library. The crack was underneath my bed, surrounded by pink bedsheets. I pulled them aside to retrieve my book when I lost it, and there it was. I ran my finger across it, and I saw it open a little. I pushed my bed (with great effort) out of the way to see the full extent of the crack. It was about 1 foot wide and an inch in length. I reached out to touch it, when I heard a noise from the other side. It sounded odd, almost like a mechanical sound.

"Mum, something is wrong!" I yelled down the hallway. My mother, cooking dinner, came up from the kitchen to look at it. "What is it now, Briar? I'm Busy!" my mum said to me, clearly annoyed. I pulled her into my room and shoved the bed further back to show her. The crack was still there, and it was a little bit wider. "Oh, its just a crack in the wall. Ignore it! Its fine…" Mum said, pushing back her short blonde hair and returning to the kitchen. So that was exactly what I did, I left the crack there.

That night, after having some fantastic fish and chips from the restaurant after my mum had burnt the casserole, I looked back at the crack. It was very wide, now, almost 3 inches wide. You could see nothing but the glowing light, and it was a little eerie. I pulled back the bed sheets again, trying to sleep with the glow. I tossed and turned for an hour, when I finally decided to go tell Mum that it was too annoying.

My Mum was half awake, her eyes fluttering, and my dad was fast asleep. "Mum? The crack is annoying me" I whispered. "Fine, lets go see it. I can't seem to sleep anyway, so why not?" she sighed, and got up to go to my bedroom. I showed her again, and she waved her hand. "Its not that bad, we will fix it in the morning, sweetie, so just go back to bed!" she muttered, but before she could leave there was the sound. The mechanical noise that I hated so much. Mum turned around briskly and examined it. She looked almost frantic, trying to find out where the noise was coming from. She stuck her hand in the crack, and she pulled it back out. "Briar, stay away from that crack. Don't go near it, it will hurt you in so many ways. Ill nail it up- you can sleep in the guest room tonight, not like you have a choice." Mum said silently. The light flicked on in my room, and my dad was standing there, silent. "I heard it, Rose. Briar, stay back." He warned me, his eyes cold. He looked to Mum, and said some things to her, some harshly, before I went downstairs.