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Chapter 1: On A Dark And Stormy Night...

What if Gracie didn't die?

What if she was saved?

What if life from that moment on went to plan?

What if one miracle caused a chain-reaction?

What if The Doctor didn't exist?

October 31, 1998. 10:30 PM.

Eight year-old me, Elizabeth Chloe. Jackson, closed her eyes. I grabbed my half-asleep sister, ten year-old Grace Kathrine Jackson, I always called her Gracie, by the hand. I knew what was happening. My parents were dying. I could tell by their screams.

I closed my eyes harder, and tried my hardest not to cry. I then heard my father utter words I will never, ever forget. "Take me, not them."

Minutes of pain and sobbing later, I heard a creak. "Hello in there, we're not here to hurt you."

I cracked the door open to see a police man. I'd not heard the sirens because I was focused on what was going on downstairs. A neighbor heard the screams and called an ambulance and the police.

I didn't want to exit the closet. I didn't want to leave this house. But I didn't want to see what had happened downstairs.

A woman cop walked into me and Gracie's sight. "Come out. We'll protect you. Everything will be alright." Gracie grabbed my hand and lead me out of the closet

The only family in the state was our always-drunk uncle. We was unfit to raise children. so we got moved to an orphanage; Sunny Days Home For Children.

We spent many years there, and the only sunny part was when you got told to run errands.

The owners, James and Gertrude Smith, are a slightly older couple, but are complete opposites. James kept many strict rules. It never mattered how little you messed up, he will flip. He called himself a gentlemen, because he never laid a finger on a girl, but he will beat the boys at the orphanage.

Gertrude was sweet as honey, though. When Doctor Who returned, she'd let us watch the episodes. I'd always dreamed of meeting The Doctor. I'd imagine him taking me away from that horrid place. And he never came.

I was soon 14. "Ok, Gracie," I said to 16 year-old Gracie. "Papa's at work and Momma's at the store. I think it's time. I've saved up enough money to buy a small flat." Because I was only fourteen, I couldn't get a job. But when they tell me to run errands, which was always, I'd give them a mere dollar or two and say that's all that's left, when theres ten-twenty dollars left.

I'd get yelled at, but at least it was effective.

"I got enough to buy food and cheap necessity item's for at least two months."

"I'm not sure we should do it this now, though. If we save up more maybe we can buy an apartment once Momma and Papa get you into Collage. We've been putting half our pay in a jar to save up for collage if they don't get it for us."

"I think you're right. By then we'd have even more money."

"No matter what, we'll make it together. Okay?"

"No matter what." She said, before pulling me into a hug.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2: An Almost Miracle

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