Hello (new) readers! I'm back with a new story!

This one is going to be fun, I can already tell. Before you start I want to tell you THIS MAY BE TRIGGERY FOR SOME OF YOU. IT INVOLVES DEPRESSION, SUICIDE AND OTHER TOPICS OF THAT NATURE. PLEASE, DON'T TAKE THE CHANCE IF YOU THINK IT COULD TRIGGER YOU. ITS JUST A STORY. I WILL WRITE OTHERS.

Happy reading!

I was ready to do it. It was time to. It's not like anyone would find me for a long time. Mom was never around and who knows where my dad is, he's been gone for my whole life.

I got the rope and Goggled how to tie it. It took awhile to get it tight enough. Then I went to my closet. I tied it to the bar, holding up the rest of my shirts. I had on my black dress and black fishnets. My hair was long, and my bleach blond bangs fell in front of my eyes. I brushed them back behind my ears, but they fell forward in front of my face again. I looked around my room. Neat and clean, which was normal for me. My note was on my bed. I took a breath. I was done.

I tightened it around my neck. And started to take a step off my desk chair, when a man burst into my room.

"STOP!" He yelled as he grabbed my arms, "DON'T! YOU'LL DESTROY EVERYTHING!"

"Who the hell are you?!" I yelled as I jerked away from his touch.

"I'm the Doctor, and you're making a terrible mistake."

"A doctor?" I said. God, the one time my mom decides to be motherly.

"No, I'm not a doctor. My name is the Doctor. So please, untie yourself."

"Why? So you can haul my ass to the looney bin?" I said, quite angrily to the strange man. His bow tie was crooked, so I fought the impulse to fix it. Damn OOD.

"No, you'll going to ruin everything." He said, as he slowly reached to untie me. I jerked away again, and he backed off.

"I won't let you do this. I'll cut the rope."

"Then I'll just tie another one. I have more then one thing of rope." I said. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

"Emma, untie the rope."

"How the hell do you know my name?!" I yelled.

"Damn it, don't make me do this." He said.

"Do what? I'm not afraid of some guy who looks like a giraffe in a professors outfit."

"You are stubborn," He said to himself. "Now come on, Just please, talk to me."

"Get out of my goddamn room and leave me alone!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He said as he stuck a needle in my arm. He caught me as I blacked out.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I woke up to a hard floor and a pounding headache. What had happened to me? Did I die?

Just then, a man that looked very familiar walked in. He was wearing a black bowtie and a tweed jacket….

"Hello. Can you tell me your name?"

"E… Emma. Emma Grey."

"Good. How old are you Emma?" He said as he handed me a cup of goldish liquid. I drank, and it felt warm and made everything tingle.

"I'm sixteen." I said as my headache seemed to melt away. That's when everything clicked into place. I felt my eyes widen as my rage took over.

"Uh oh." The man said as he started to back up.

"Yeah uh oh. Who the hell are you?! Where the hell is this place?!"

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He looked like a little boy who had got caught doing something bad.

I took the first look around. It was some place with switches and buttons and… it was so big. Not like my small apartment, or the inside of a locker (where I spent 5 hours yesterday because no one saw that I was gone) or anything I had seen in my poor school.

"Not the first time that's been yelled at me…" He said under his breath.

"Are you a kidnapper?!" I yelled in a panic.

"WHAT? No no no. Nooo. I'm an alien."

"You're a what?!"

"And this is why I don't take kids, RIVER!" He yelled to the stairs that lead into a hallway.

I looked at him and then glanced down the hall. It looked long. As he sighed and tried to find words to explain what was going on, I bolted down the hallway.

"WAIT!" He shouted after me, but I didn't pay him any mind. I've never been a very good runner, so that's why after a few seconds of my black boots pumping under me, I found myself totally lost.

Had I gone left? No, I remember taking a right. I thought to myself as I slowed to a walk, catching my breath and trying to remember which my I had come. I leaned against a wall, as I heard footsteps come down the hall.

"Emma!" The Doctor's voice yelled. So I took off into a run again, trying to put as much space between me and that creep as I could.

As I ran as fast as I could I couldn't help but think of how I was going to get home, just to try to take another attempt on my life. I wasn't even able to kill myself, that just proves how useless I am.

I took a sharp left-hand turn, and ran right into a woman. She had big, curly, blonde hair. She caught me in her arms and laughed a little.

"So, you must be Emma." She said. "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, and neither is my idiot husband." She raised her voice a little at that. I jerked away from her touch; I hated people touching me.

"Sorry dear!" I heard his voice say. I swung my head around to the direction it came from and got ready to run again.

"Hey hey hey, it's alright." The woman said to me in a very sweet voice. It made me trust her.

"Look, my name is Professor River Song. Don't be afraid." She said to me.

"But… what the hell is going on?!"

"Oh you are so much like him when he was younger. You're sixteen huh?" She asked, and I nodded my head. She just sighed.

"Will you come with me? We're going to go see the Doctor now, and We'll explain as much as we can okay?" She said. She started walking before receiving my answer. I stood there for a moment, thinking about not going. But before she turned the next corner, I couldn't help but run to catch up with her.

She knew where she was going, that was for certain. She walked the halls like it was her home, and maybe it was. It took seconds to get back to the main room, where I woke up. The Doctor was walking back and forth, looking very worried.

"Hello sweetie. River said with a smile. The Doctor looked up and smiled at her, then sighed with relief when he saw me.

"How did you get her to follow you?" The Doctor said not quietly enough to River.

"Why don't you sit down as I try not to kill him." She said pointing to the chair, and turning to face the Doctor.

She whispered something back to him, and he whispered back. As they argued, I took the time to really look around. I walked around the controls for a little, looking at all of them. As I looked at a switch that looked like something for the tap, a womans voice seemed to whisper in my ear,

"Turn me. Fly me."

Without realizing what I was doing, I reached out and turned the switch.