A/N- Hello readers! Some of you may have read my other stories for the Hunger Games, but if not I'm completely new to you, so hello! I am a massive Doctor Who fan and it is actually one of the things that inspired me to write generally in the first place, as it really made me open up to creative and imaginative ideas (ironic how I end up on a fanfiction website, isn't it?) XD Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this and I love constructive criticism so let me know what you think.
Mother's Little Angel
Prologue-
When I was a little girl, my mother said I was an angel. Her little angel. I was the little girl with long, flowing blonde hair and the bluest blue eyes. I was smart and beautiful, caring and loving, free and sometimes a little wild. Though that's all changed now. I am the girl with the grey eyes, full with hunger and death. My waterfall of golden hair had turned to grey tresses, messy and tangled. And my heart, once full of love, hope and dreams, now made as stone, sitting heavy in my chest. I am no longer beautiful, just dull and boring. My face has a permanent shadow of grey and gloom cast over it, so I blend in with the city; no one even stops to look at me. I'm stuck here, in the park, until dark when no ones around. Then I have to move on whilst no one is looking. I can't move whilst they're looking, so they don't think I'm real. They may blink and I'll be gone, or they'll be gone. Nobody ever sees me move.
My outstretched arms flex to reach anybody passing by who don't see me. I am so hungry. The girl once with all the attention of the world is just a wisp of a cloud in the wind, with not one single person stopping to even look at me. Though there's always someone looking, out of the corner of their eye maybe, or through the security cameras. I can't catch food, whilst people are looking. That's not how my life, if you can call it life, works. Not at all.
Time passes so slowly for me now, I can hear the clock ticking in my ears, whilst back when I was younger it flew by. My memories haunt my mind, and I can never shake them free. It was wonderful, my time back then. I loved it. The amazing man, who took me off to see the stars, promised me we could go anywhere, any time together. We travelled the universe, shared our lives. We fought aliens, monsters, things I believed in but never thought I would see with my own eyes. I loved him. But it's his fault I'm like this now. His entire fault I changed into this monster. I no longer love him; I can't with my heart of stone. Instead I hate him, and wish for his death to come at my hands. It's his fault I'm one of them now. And I'm out to get him.
I am mothers little angle. Mother's dead, weeping little angel.