I've been reading a lot of fanfiction and love writing, hopefully it's not to bad, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Doctor who.
My socked feet pounded against the stairs, breathing haggard and a drop of cold sweat trailing down my spine. With use of the railing, I propelled myself towards the bathroom door, the one room it can not get me. My hands slick with sweat, I fumbled with the handle my hands sliding every time I would try to turn it. Panicked, I shrieked and finally succeeded in opening the door and throwing myself into the dark room. Slamming the door shut, I twisted the simple lock and flipped the light. Moving to the middle of the room, I stood perfectly still; the adrenaline and fear washed over me like a tidal wave. My knees gave away just as it crashed into the flimsy wood door. I screamed, with my arms I propelled myself back until the cool, blur tile dug into my skin though my shirt. Blue, it was safe; that's what he said, he's never wrong.
I shook, my body felt cold and hot at the same time. The sweat was drying leaving my skin feeling tight and itchy. My legs felt cramped, tucked up to my chest but even with the constant feeling of being uncomfortable my wide eyes never left the door. The thing outside drove into the door again, resulting in a loud bang echoing though the empty town house. Unable to contain it, I yelped and scrambled farther back following the wall until I had stuffed myself between it and the toilet. The cool porcelain brushed against my bare leg. The door shook, causing my breathing to become ragged gasps in panic and over exertion. Gasping, I could stop myself. "Go Away! Just Go Away!" I shouted, hurling the toilet brush at the door to punctuate my sentence.
Silence radiated form the hallway, my heart seemed to bang against my ribcage. "Please." I whimpered. I heard a hissing like sound, followed further by silence. slowly, my hand reached out to find a holding on the front of the porcelain bowl. From the odd angle, I managed to pull myself into a standing position. Without removing my eyes from the door, I reached back and grabbed the only thing that seemed like I could defend myself with; the plunger. holding it in one hand, I raised it above my head in preparation for an attack. Unsure steps led me to the door, twisting the lock with numb fingers I flung open the door. Screaming, I swung the plunger down until it rebound off of the wooden floor. I started to swing all around me knowing I would never hit my target. My mind start to function properly again and my body started to calm. The plunger slipped out of my hand landing on the floor with a clattering sound. Crumpling to the ground, I buried my face into my hands and start to sob. No more, I can not do this anymore. One phrase just kept repeating in my head. The same phrase that I heard in a dream.
The blue box will keep you safe.