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A/N: I know, why another story if I haven't been working on the rest? Well, I have had writers block on those two. Then I had an idea for another story. Hopefully, writing this will give me some more ideas for the other two. It's happened before. I hope this first chap is good.
Hello. My name is Hallow Blue. I'm 119 years old. I have long dark brown hair that is naturally straight. I have no bangs since they are the same length as the rest of my hair. I have dark brown eyes that can seem a bit green depending on the lighting. I have nothing left. No family or friends. Just hope. And even that's dying out. For about 100 years now I've been trapped in a box. No windows. No door. No light. Just me and the dark. And my memories. How did I get trapped in the box? Well, that's a long story. But then again, I have nothing but time don't I? I'm human in case you were wondering. Yeah, I know, how can I be 119 and still be alive? Well, that's the glory of the box. It's keeping me alive. I don't have to eat or drink. Sleep isn't mandatory. But I prefer to sleep, it keeps the dark away. I can dream when I'm asleep. But not when I'm awake. It's just too dark to think about anything else except for hoping he'll come back for me like he promised. Who? That's a bit hard to explain. Well, for me it is. I guess you'll just have to hear my story. So. Let's begin then, shall we?
They say if you are aware of time it will slow down. And that if you aren't it speeds up. Seems to fly by. But if that's true, then why does it feel like time just stopped? I'm aware of the time, but at the same time, I'm not. The clock hands don't move. No ticking or tocking. Just the never ending 2:36. Time can't stop though. Right? And just to answer my question, the bell sounds, releasing us from the grasps of the teachers at school. It's summer. Today had been the last day. I gather up by books and place them in my bag, hanging the strap over my shoulder so that the strap rests on my left shoulder while the bag rests on my right hip. My place isn't far from the school. So as I walk home I think about what I'll do after this. I plan to go to college. But right now, I need to be accepted. The lady at school who was supposed to turn in the applications somehow 'lost' the papers. So, I haven' been accepted anywhere. Which isn't good for me.
I cross the street,my bag full of now useless papers. It took me a bit to get some of my things, so walking home, it's just me. No one else is really out here. They are either home, on the bus, or driving somewhere else. And when I said I live not far from the school, I meant under a mile walk. Literally. About just one foot under a mile. I know, why not get a car? Well, it doesn't help if it breaks down and you don't know the least bit about cars. Plus, I guess I just like to walk. It's fun. Sometimes. Like today. It's pretty out. I smile as the light wind blows my hair around. The feeling of summer. Freedom.
I cross the church yard and step back onto the sidewalk just as someone comes barreling into me from around the corner sending me to land on my bum. "Hey!" I yell, "Watch what you're doing!" I rub my head, having hit it on the wall when I landed. "Near gave my a heart attack you." I say as I gather up my things. I had forgotten to strap my bag shut, so papers fly loose everywhere. The person apologizes a few times while they help me gather my papers. One they are all in my hands. The person sets off again. I look after where they had disappeared around the corner. Who where they? Why where in such a hurry? I shrug and turn to start heading home when I nearly slip over something. I catch myself though and look down to see a slender silver like tube with a green or blue glowing tip.
I bend down to pick it up, the item seeming somewhat familiar. Where have I seen it before? I come to the conclusion it's the persons, so I go back around the corner with the item in hand. And just as I come back around the corner, a cat comes out of nowhere, runs between my legs and takes off. The person not far behind. And, yet again, he runs smack into me. "Hey!" I shout in protest as we both fall down. One thing is though, he's on top of me. He starts to apologize again. I nod as much as I can. "Yeah. I understand you're sorry. But can you please get off of 're crushing me." I choke out. He nods and gets up, helping me up with him.
Before he can take off, I grab his wrist. "You dropped this last time you ran into me." I say, holding out the silver tube. He looks down at it and smiles.
"Thanks." He says. This time I get a real good proper look at him. He looks familiar. I decide I have to keep him here longer so I can figure out who he is. So, I keep talking.
"Why are you chasing a cat?" I ask.
"I'm not." He says, pocketing the silver tube.
"Yes you are." I say, nodding. I point to the cat that is sitting not far off down the sidewalk. "You were chasing that cat when you ran into me." I say.
He shakes his head. "It's not a cat." He says.
I give him a puzzled look. "It looks like a cat."
"It's not a cat."
"Sounds like a cat." I say after it meowed.
"It's not a cat!" He whines.
I shrug. "Fine. Why are you chasing the not-cat?" I ask.
"Because it's evil." He says.
I have to hold back a laugh. I've heard of mean cats. But really? This man has gone a bit over the edge now. "Well. You're not going to catch it by chasing it." I say.
I turn to face the cat and bend down, holding out my arms. "Come 'ere. Pss. Pss. Pss." The cat seems to ponder my words then comes running up to me, giving me a delightful meow. I smile and pick up the furry feline. Turning to the man, I hold up the cat. "See?" I say.
He frowns and holds out his arms for the cat. I shake my head as the cat hisses in his direction. "Nope. Doesn't seem to like you." I say, shifting the cat away from the man. He grumbles something under his breath, something I didn't catch. Rolling my eyes, I continue. "Okay then. Where are you going that you need this little fella taken?" I ask.
The man shakes his head. "Oh no. I can take him." He says, reaching for the cat again. A hiss is the only response.
I step back, shaking my head. "No. Just. I'll follow you. He likes me. Scared of you." I say.
"Scared! Of me! It tried to kill me!" He protested.
I laugh a little. "You were the one chasing it." I say back.
"Only because it's dangerous." He protests back.
I roll my eyes. "Yes. Because a fuzzy feline friends running away from a bow-tie man is very dangerous." I smile. "Well. Come on now. You can trust me." I say.
The man hesitates, then gives in. "Okay. Follow me." He says, turning and leaving. I have no choice but to follow him. The pur-engine in my arms while we walk.
I keep mulling over who he is while we walk. He just seems so familiar. But I can't place him. We come up to a blue box and he pulls out a key. I examine the box. "What are we doing here?" I ask as he unlocks the door. "You aren't going to lock him up are you?" I ask as I come back to stand in front of him. He doesn't answer. "Well. I can see why he ran away then. Trapping him in a box." I say as I adjust the purring kitty.
I study the man's face a bit before handing over the cat. No. Still can't place him. This will drive me mad. I hold the cat out for the man to take. Secretly hoping I don't get scratched. And just as he takes the cat, it hisses, unsheathes its claws and I drop it to the ground. "Ah!" I shout, clutching my wrist as the cat bounds into the box. The man suddenly turns to me and grabs my wrist. "Hey!" I protest.
"Stop moving." I orders me.
Oh. Look who's all high and mighty now. He looks at the cut the cats claws had made along my wrist. I don't see how a cut could be so fascinating. He shakes his head. "Oh no. No. No. No." He says, worry etched in his voice and face. This sparks a bit of Déjà vu. He opens the door to the box wider and pulls me inside behind him.
I'm too focused on the feeling of knowing him to see my surroundings. But the sound of the door shutting behind me snaps me out of it. He has let go of my wrist now and is walking around a big tower-console-like thing. I looked around me as he grabs something and comes back over to me, pressing something cold to my skin. It burns. "Ah!" I try to pull away but he has a strong grip on my wrist. No. It's not that. I feel weak. He places a band aid on the cut.
"There. That should do it." He says happily. Taking a step back. "Okay then. Go on. Say it" He says. Waiting for the words that he has heard so many times before.
"Oh my god." I say. Taking in the interior of the place. Things began to piece slowly together as my mind started to function. We were in a small blue box. That was bigger on the inside. Bigger! On the inside! "I'm in the TARDIS!" I shout with glee and realization hits me. "I'm in the TARDIS!" I shout again. I look at the man. "And you're the Doctor!" I jump at him, hugging him before he can move. When I finally step back and I begin to recover my manners, he looks at me astonished.
"How do you..." He begins.
I can feel the joy turning into a numb feeling. And just as he starts to speak, my legs collapse underneath of me. Lucky for me, he catches me. I think I hear him curse as the world seems to melt away into darkness. And that was when I heard a voice, my voice, say, "I don't like the dark, Doctor. I'm scared."
"I don't like the dark, Doctor. I'm scared." Those were the last words I had said to him before this blasted box. And he promised. He promised! And look what happened now. 100 years have passed and I'm still trapped. Hope. I guess it's just all that that first day had brought me. I had hoped I would remember him. My hopes had been solved. I remembered him, and more. And hope is all I have now. Hope. One word, yet so full of meaning. Hope. It's dying you know. My hope. The hope that he'll come back for me. I don't know what to do. I don't like being alone. I don't like the dark. I really am scared. Not just of being alone or not being saved. But of something. There's something else here with me. I can feel it. Some times I can hear it moving around. I'm scared. Please. Someone save me.
A/N: Okay. There's the first chap. Hope you all like it. Favorite/follow or review. :) Next chapter, it's called the The Dark. What's in the dark with Hallow? And how does she know who the Doctor is? Find out it the next chapter. :)