I'm aware that DW doesn't really deal with more serious things like child abuse, and they also don't swear like this. BUT it's 2 am. I had an idea, I wanted to write it, and here this is the result of that.

Levy is a character I just made up so yeah.

I threw my clothes into the suitcase, tears streaming down my face while my father screamed drunken obscenities at me.

"Just like your fucking brother aren't you?!" He yelled, leaning against my doorway for support. He took a long gulp from his bottle. "Fuckin' useless shit ya are! If you're gonna leave then get the fuck out already! No one's gonna-" He stopped to hiccup once "-miss ya when you're gone, I sure as hell won't! It'll be one less greedy mouth t' feed!"

He went on and on and I tried my best to tune him out as I shoved whatever I could get my hands on from my wardrobe into the suitcase. I quickly grabbed my diary, fountain pen and put them into the side pocket before finally zipping it shut.

Wait, I thought suddenly. I was missing one more thing.

I opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out the small silver locket, etched with carvings that curled around the surface like vines.

This was something I couldn't forget. I traced my index finger along the tiny carvings and sighed.

Suddenly something hit the side of my face and fell to the floor with a shatter, making me drop the necklace. I looked down to see what it was; a hand mirror.

I felt a trail of blood oozing from my temple down to my cheek. I wiped it off quickly with my sleeve and bent down to grab the locket, clutching it firmly in my shaking hand, then took the suitcase and throw blanket off my bed.

I pushed past my father and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind me without another word.

I was sitting down on the pavement in front of the only thing that seemed to be open this late; a Starbucks.

I had nowhere to go; that was my first concern. I didn't have any friends I could go to for help, and any family members I had lived all the way up the north of England, while I resided in London. It would take me at least six or seven hours if I took a train or bus to get there, and that was the best case scenario. Worse, I haven't spoken to any of my aunts or uncles since my mom died two years ago, and suddenly I would have to phone them out of the blue and ask if I could please live with them because my alcoholic father kicked me out of the house.

But what other choice did I have? Stay in London and dig through the bins outside of restaurants?

I sighed, finally coming to the conclusion that I could phone them in the morning; I still had ten pounds in my jacket pocket that I could get change for and use it on a pay phone. One of them had to be willing to take me.

But what if they don't? I shook my head to clear the thought and moved on to the next issue.

Where do I go now? It was nearly midnight-most places were closed and it was freezing outside. I was suddenly grateful I'd brought my gloves and blanket with me so I wouldn't freeze to death.

Still, where could I go to sleep? Obviously my house wasn't an option.

In an alley? No, too dangerous. Who knows who hangs around over there?

I'd seen some homeless people sleeping at the train station before, on benches or just on the concrete. Everyone always either ignored them or looked at them with so much contempt that you'd think they committed some crime against them or something.

Somehow I couldn't bring myself to go there. It just felt too degrading, like sleeping at the train station would officially mean that I became the scum of the earth like my father always insisted I was.

So what else was there?

Well...there was a park just down the road. It was small, usually populated with children during the day, but at this time of night no one would be around. There's a tunnel there, and I guess, for tonight, I could sleep inside of it. If I left early the next morning, it would be like I was never there.

Considering everything else, it seemed like the best thing to do. I stood up, taking the handle of my suitcase and started down the road.

I passed shops that were either closed or closing, and a few lit houses. Occasionally someone would walk past me, and I vaguely wondered where they were going and why they were headed that way. I tried to walk fast; London could be dangerous at night, and the last thing I wanted was to be caught walking around on my own.

I turned a corner and finally saw the park I'd been looking for across the street. I sighed with relief and crossed the road.

Immediately I crawled inside the tunnel, small as it was, and put the suitcase behind my head, laying down at an awkward angle. My neck was already beginning to hurt and it hadn't even been two minutes.

I sighed and pushed the suitcase back. At least laying down on the bottom of the tunnel would mean that my neck would be straight.

I covered myself in the thin blanket, wondering why I chose to bring the thinnest one with me. It was freezing outside. April shouldn't be this cold, should it? It was like the middle of winter.

I shivered and wrapped myself tighter.

It was strange. I didn't feel that sad about leaving home. Maybe because I knew that this would happen eventually. My brother Dean did the same thing just a year and a half ago, and before he left he told me that I would do the same. I didn't disagree, but at the same time, I didn't want it to be true either.

I didn't know where he was now anyway. When he left I never heard from him again; no one did. It felt like I lost everyone somehow. My dad to the alcohol, my brother when he ran away, and my mom to cancer.

Really, there was no reason to remain in that house. It never did anything for me; staying there would do nothing but cause me more pain than I was already in.

Maybe it's better this way, I thought. Maybe this is the way it has to be. It'll get worse before it gets better, right?

I shut my eyes, thinking that if miracles really existed, then I could really use one now.

With that thought, I fell asleep.

VROOOOOM...VROOOOM...VROOOOM...

My eyes yanked open at the loud humming sound. I sat up quickly, forgetting that I was inside the tunnel and hit my head on the roof.

"Ah!" I rubbed the top of my head in irritation and crawled out the opposite end.

The first thing I noticed was that it was still dark out, so I couldn't have been asleep that long. So where had that noise come from?

I spun around, trying to find the source of the sound. It was almost too dark to see anything, the only light came from the moon and a single street lamp.

I turned to look at it. Sitting underneath the light of the lamp was a police box. It was just there, completely out-of-place, and had the deepest blue color I'd ever seen.

That definitely was not there when I got here, I thought. Could the noise...have come from that thing? But why? I walked over to the box curiously, cautiously, and stroked the deep blue wood. How did it get here? I'm sure I would have noticed it when I arrived.

Suddenly the door burst open. I jumped at the sound and spun around to see who was responsible for scaring the life out of me.

"Oh, hello!" A man said. Underneath the lamp, I could barely make out his features. He dressed somewhat odd. The first thing that stood out to me was his bow tie. I wouldn't even see my grandfather wearing one of those. Underneath his dark beige jacket I could see suspenders over a light blue dress shirt. His pants matched the color of his jacket.

My eyes wandered toward his face. His brown hair hung over his dark green eyes, which were beaming with unnecessary enthusiasm.

It was hard for me to stay defensive; he really didn't seem like the "give me all your money or I'll shoot you" type.

"H-hi," I said shakily. "You really scared me."

"Sorry about that, been a bit busy," he said, turning around to lock the door to the police box.

"With what? Are you...a policeman?"

"Me? No, no. Just, uh, checking in."

"How did you get here? This box...it wasn't here when I arrived."

The man turned back to me and grinned. "What's your name?"

"Levy," I answered. "What's about you?"

"I'm The Doctor."

"Okay...doctor who?"

"That's it-just the doctor."

"That's a strange name," I said, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged carelessly and looked up at the sky. "It seems quite late," he said, then looked back at me, leaning forward so that he was about six inches from my face. I leaned back slightly and frowned. He was very strange, but I for some reason I liked that. "What are you doing here at this time?" He asked.

I turned my eyes down toward the grass and leaned against the box. "No reason, just like you I guess."

"Everyone has a reason for doing things, what's yours?"

I sighed. "I was uh...I kind of...ran away from my house."

"Ah, running away from home, I see. And what was the reason for that? Fight with a sibling? Unfair punishment?"

"Because of my dad," I muttered quietly.

The Doctor didn't respond. When he looked at the cut on the side of my face he leaned back so that he was standing up straight. He remained quiet, allowing those words to hang between us for a while. "This is called the TARDIS," he finally said.

"The what?"

"The TARDIS," he repeated with a bit more enthusiasm. "Time and relative dimensions in space."

I stared at him, my mouth slightly opened. "You mean like...time travel?"

"Exactly! Anywhere you want at any time, but there's one condition; it has to be amazing."

"That's...impossible. Time travelling isn't real...it's...it's only a story!"

"Ah, but we're all just stories in the end, aren't we?" He smiled and fumbled in his pocket for the key to open the door. It unlocked with a soft click and he pushed it open. A bright yellow light illuminated from inside the box and onto his face.

"Take a look inside, Levy," he said.

I bit my lip and peered around the corner to look inside the box before taking a step inside. What I saw was incredible.