Prologue: A Day in the Life of a Girl with No Future

Hope you guys like this story. First attempt at Doctor Who and I am looking forward to it. Review and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I owned the tenth doctor, sadly he and everything else you recognize belongs to BBC.

Strange. That was probably the only word I could possibly use to describe how today was going. Not that strange was a bad thing. Considering my life up into this point has been a monotonous cycle of treatment, sleep, more treatment, failed treatment, sleep, new treatment, sleep, and more treatment, strange is celebrated. That just doesn't make what is happening any less strange. But, I am getting a head of myself. The strangeness started with the running man.

I woke up on this one summer morning in the middle of the children's ward of Royal Hope Hospital like I had everyday for the past six years. Once I woke up I hit the button for breakfast which, like always, was scrambled eggs, bacon, an a pancake with a obnoxious smiley face. At least it tasted decent. Then I grabbed my tablet of the table beside and read a few sonnets from the book of Shakespearean ones I had bought, then I read some fan fiction, and watched some of the original star trek on Netflix. You know. What any average sci-fi nerd would do, nothing out of the ordinary.

"What are you watching Chris?" I turned my head to see Alex wheeling his chair up next to my bed. He was nice kid, around 12 years old. He would be tall if he didn't have to sit in his chair all the time.

"Star Trek." I replied. He smiled. I knew that would make him smile. Alex and I were both huge Trekies. Though myself more then him. He was more impartial to Star Wars.

"Cool! Which episode?" he asked craning his head to get a better look at the screen. I laughed and moved the screen down to him.

"The City of the Edge of Forever." I answered. He looked at me skeptically.

"That episode is only going to make you sad." He stated.

"I know that. Maybe I am just in the mood to feel sad today." I replied matter-o-factly.

"Whatever you say, Chris. So, is your grandmum coming by today?" he questioned.

"Nah, she can not today. How about you, any of your family coming by…" but she trailed off as she took a good look at him, and she noticed what he was wearing and her heart sank. Instead of typical hospital garb he was wearing blue jeans, nice dark shoes, and green button down shirt. His hair was even combed. She new what that meant. She ha been in the war long enough to know what that meant. Alex was leaving the ward. "Oh, congratulations on getting out of here."

"I promise to keep in contact. Email, Skype, I'll visit. I'd miss that accent of yours to much."

"Alex, we are both Scottish. We have the same accent. But yeah, I know. See you around I guess. " She sighed. He looked down.

"Yeah, see you." And he wheeled off to his parents who she noticed were waiting for him with balloons and big smiles. He turned back to me one last time and smiled slightly, then he was gone, and I knew I was never going to see him again.

Yeah he promised to keep in touch, but that's what they all do. Every single friend I have made in the past promised to come and visit, but they don't. To caught up in their new lives to bother, but they were the lucky ones. Others were to caught up in the end of their lives. I knew I should not have made friends with Alex. I promised myself I would stop after Lisa, probably because Lisa had hurt the most, seeing has she had been in the ward for three years before she left. She was one of the unlucky ones. Thinking of her made me want to take out The Book, despite the fact that god knows how I hated that book.

The Book is something everyone is given upon their first day in the ward, to commemorate your stay. Why someone would want to commemorate their life in the circle of hell I have no idea. I just no they give you these overly colorful books with different pages designated for different things. Pages for friends, for experiences, for games. My personal favorite was page solely made for one to write that their disease was not their fault. I wrote they yeah it wasn't. It was the fault of my drug doing my mother that I am damned for life, but I digress.

There is one thing in the book that I actually somewhat enjoy, mainly because it is so much fun not to take seriously. The Bucket List. A small sheet of paper in the back of the book designated to write down ten things you want to do before you die, cause lets face it, if you end up in the ward you only have a 50-50 chance. So, because I had a hilarious sense of humor as a child I wrote down some of the craziest things I could think, though I couldn't stop myself from making a few of them sincere.

Christina's Bucket List

10. Go to a Ball (Because what ten year old girl doesn't want to be a princess)

9. Save an Endangered Species (I went through a big Animal Planet phase)

8. Go on a Road Trip (I loved those buddy comedy road trip movies)

7. See the Empire State Building (Don't know why, just do)

6. Be in a Movie (Who doesn't)

5. Go to the Moon (Like I said I was a sarcastic kid with a sense of humor)

4. Preform at the Globe (Bardophile, I cant help it)

3. Get my First Kiss (You must remember I am dyeing sixteen year old girl)

2. Have a Life Long Friend (I guess cause that implies having a long life)

1. Live

So there you have it. A list of ten things I am never going to get to do. Hope you all enjoy. Sorry if I am being a bit morbid, but that's what my situation calls for. You would be to if you were sixteen and had been flat out told you had no life ahead of you, and you had never known if you were going to live to see the next day of your life. So yeah, I think I have earned the right to be a little morbid.

And so my life goes on. Reading, watching Star Trek, taking my pills, looking out the window. I both loved and hated doing that, looking out the window. It was weird because the thing I loved about was also the thing I hated about it. I would stare out the window and watch people go about their lives, oblivious to how lucky they were. That's the thing about healthy people, they don't appreciate what they have. Sure they say there are lucky to be happy and healthy and they take notice of the big things, but not the little ones. They don't appreciate the oxygen that doesn't come form a tank. Or being able to walk without a pain in your leg. Or getting cut and starting to bleed so you know that your blood is working like it should. That's why I didn't like looking out the window. I don't like think that these people get what I never will and don't even care.

But, on a lighter note, a plus of looking out the window I getting to laugh at the oddities that come by, cause London certainly is full of them. I got to see someone trip on the pavement because they were talking on their mobile or I saw someone raving about the end of the world. Today however, had its own colorful character. A saw man running down the street and he stopped in front the hospital, and started wildly looking around and, was he licking the air? The only thing more odd than his action was his attire. This man was sporting a dark brown pinstripe suit and a tan overcoat, as well as hair with a puff in the front and dark red trainers that looked exactly like the ones I wore. He kept looking around but his eyes kept falling on the hospital. He was looking the building up and down when his eyes landed on me in my window. He looked eyes on me and I wanted to turn away for staring but I couldn't. Something just made me want to keep looking at him. He held my gaze, smiled the big grin, winked, and than ran inside the hospital.

I don't know why he did. Some strange part of me thought it was because he wanted to see me. I spent the rest my day waiting, staring at the door of the ward think the mysterious man would walk in. I was jut being silly. He was most likely visiting someone else at the hospital. Still a part of me waited until Nurse Stroker came in and told all of us we had twenty minutes till lights out. So the nighttime process began.

Everyone who needed it was giving their before bed medication, IVs were refilled, and those who could gathered around my bed, while those who couldn't remained in their beds but were ready to listen intently. You see, every night here at the royal hope hospital I would tell the other kids a bedtime story, since the nurses were to busy and story telling ran in my family, besides, I loved seeing the younger kids smile when I told stories. So, at twenty till lights out, we would gather around my bed and I would tell a story. Every night a new person would get to pick one the story was about.

When everyone was around all the younger kids started waving their hands in the air begging me to pick them.

"Pipe down all of ya! Ya know tonight is an Anniebell's turn." I said look at Anniebell. She was seven years old with milky blue eyes and just a few tufts of silky blond hair. She like me hand bone cancer, which she had been diagnosed with three years ago and had caused her to lose both her arms at the elbows. "So, Annie, what will it be?" I said as I pulled her up on the bed with me and set her in my lap.

"Can you tell me a story about some one like me." She whispers quietly as she laid her head on my shoulder, which just broke my heart, but I nodded.

"Of course Sweetie. I have just the thing. Once upon a time there lived a miller and his daughter, who were very poor. One day the miller was visited by the devil, who said that if the miller gave him whatever was behind the mill, the devil would make the miller rich beyond his wildest dreams. Believing that the only thing behind the mill was an apple tree, the miller agreed, but then despaired when he found out what was behind the mill was his daughter. Three years later the devil came to take her away, but she was so innocent and with out sin that he couldn't. Her hands were clean of all evil. So the devil cut off her hands. When he was about to take her away the girl cried so her hard that her arms became clean again and the devil could not take her."

"Now free she decided to travel the world. One day she stumbled upon a castle. The king of the castle took one look at her and instantly fell in love with her and asked her to marry him and become his queen. As a wedding present he gave her silver hand to replace the ones she had lost. A year latter she had a baby boy while the king was off to battle. She wrote him a letter to tell him the news, but the letter was intercepted by the devil. He changed the letter to say the baby was not the king's. Being a king man the king wrote a letter saying they would still raise the child, but the devil intercepted that one to and changed it to say that the baby and mother should both be killed." I noticed nurse Stroker was giving me an odd look, but I continued.

"But an angel appeared out of nowhere and brought her and her son to safety. When the king returned from battle and found out the letters where fake, he went in search of his wife and son. He found them seven years later. His wife said she was his wife but he did not believe her. For his wife had silver hands and the woman before him had real hands. She explained that God had given her hands back to her and presented the silver ones to the king. He then took her and their son back home and they lived happily ever after." As I finished the story the children who were still awake clapped. I looked down to see that Anniebell had fallen asleep in my lap. Nurse Stroker came over to take her back to her bed but I offered to do it. I scooped the little girl and carried her over to her bed tucking her in, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I hope you and me get happily ever afters, Christina" she mumbled with her eyes still closed.

"Me to, kid. Me to."

So I hoped you like the first chapter and review and tell me what you think. The story Christina tells the kids is called The Girl with No Hands by the Brothers Grimm. See you guys next time.

The bookworm