This is my first attempt at a doctor who fanfic, so please review :) ill try and upload regularly, if the story catches on, anyhow, dig right in! Btw i have to bash rose a bit in here but with good reason (i suppose XD) but itll all end well, or will it?
I was walking my dog. Simple as that. Walking my big, black German shepherd, listening to the latest classical x dubstep music (I have a weird taste in music as you probably realised), when something caught my dogs attention. Shadow, I named him, and he bolted on me. Great. Well wasn't that just great. The one day I didn't put a collar on him. So me being me, I took a deep breath and bolted after him. Small, untrained me racing after a dog half my size and twice my speed, must've been amusing to anyone watching. And little did I know, someone was watching, and that someone found it greatly amusing. The idiot. Instead of helping little, out of breath me he was standing there, attempting to hold in a giggle and failing, badly. But off I went, after shadow, how ironic I now realise, chasing a black dog named shadow in the dark, ah well, life is crazy, am I right? Of course I'm right, I'm me. I just called myself little me, you must be wondering if I was smaller then than I am now, and well, you'll have to wait and see, cuz you know, spoilers.
'Shadow I swear to god I'll skin you, you filthy untrained mongrel!', I shouted, or well, wheezed while stopping for a breather. Shadow, being a dog, didn't care what I was shouting. He was locked on whatever caught his attention. It became darker outside as I looked for some landmark. God I hated this bloody park, it was too big and too dark. Stupid trees. The full moon, I realised as I looked up, shaded everything in a light blue glow, and that once again cemented my love for that colour. Well crap, I was daydreaming, and my dog was gone. God I should really stop daydreaming. And I should stop saying 'god', what's he got to do with it? I don't know, I just like saying it. I walked in circles for about an hour, trying to find any prints or signs as to where shadow ran but had to conclude, to my disappointment, that it was too dry for him leave any prints in the sand. Well Crap. Another thing I lost. Defeated and upset, nearly crying even, I made my way home. Shadow was the last thing I had close to me, you see? He was the world to me, and now he was gone, because of a stupid rat or squirrel (aka fluffy tail rat) or some other crap that had legs and a scent, or even just a scent. Why? Why did I have to lose everything I cared about? I was just unlucky I guess, or something, I don't know.
The familiar click of my apartment door almost made me feel warm. Just almost. I was alone. Again. I clutched the lead, expecting shadow to pull in as he usually did, only to remember he was gone. I bit my lip, trying to hold my tears back, but one little wet drop managed to squeeze out. I had so many emotions in me at that moment, anger, sadness, frustration, but most of all I was defeated. But I didn't show them, no, I couldn't, I wouldn't ever let anyone see me cry. I was strong. I had to be, right?
Water, it always calmed me down, and it was no surprise that once I jumped in the shower I was relaxing, warm water drizzling gently on my skin, and yet warming me from the inside out. My love of water was an interesting one, I loved water, but water, it had a mind on its own. Once I almost drowned, another time it saved me from well, ending it all. Yeah, I was that kind of person. I was fighting depression then, bipolar depression to be exact, never really beat it to be honest. I had to get to bed, I knew that, and so I did. I changed into my jimjams and curled up in my bed, missing the familiar weight of Shadow on my legs. Poor shadow, he was barely 2 years old, the mongrel. He wasn't really a mongrel, I made sure he was a pure bred German Shepherd, just for the sake of being able to say he has a pedigree. I barely slept that night, I hate to admit it but I cried almost all night. I missed Shadow. Why didn't I chase him longer? Why did I have to be so unfit? All of those questions whizzing in my head, like a storm, making me question my own existence. I lost my parents, my lover, and now my dog. Pathetic. Worthless. Halfblood. Wait, what? I must've misheard. Or I had my head in too deep in some Harry Potter fanfiction, believing I was the Halfblood Princess, I laughed. My brain was weird. I guess. I've no idea. The next morning my alarm woke me up, 7:30 a.m. as always. I stretched as I climbed out of my nice warm bed, why did I have to work, I'd moan every morning, to feed yourself I'd reply to myself. I had just finished putting on my clothes when someone knocked on my apartment door.
'Who the hell?' I murmured under my breath. I had no one to visit me anymore, not since I lost my last friend. I couldn't check the corridor as my looking glass was shattered, I made a mental note to get the landlord to replace it. I should write that down, I thought, I'm gonna forget it. Making sure that the chain was on the door, I tilted it open peeking through the crack, only to be met with brilliantly blue eyes. Ah, blue eyes, I loved blue.
'Uh, hello?', the man seemed to say, as if he was repeating himself several times.
'Hello? Yes, hello, what do you want?', I shook my head, damn daydreams, I really have to stop.
'Who're you? What're you doing here?', he said almost accusingly, his eyes narrowing
'Oh that's nice, knock on my door and then accuse me! What do you want?', I repeated, getting irritated. Who the hell did this dude think he was? God?
'Uh right yeah, sorry, I'm looking for someone, names Rose?' That name rang a bell alright, she used to be my friend, before she… ah whatever.
'Wrong address.' I said pointedly, slamming the door. What did that whore think she as doing, giving my address to her damn boy-toys? And wasn't he a bit old for her? Then again, old men like em some tight blondy, stupid men. At that point in my life I was seriously considering going lesbian, though I knew girls weren't much better companions. The man knocked again, and I really lost it. I don't want to be her secretary, or post office, or temporary waiting room for her entertainers. I flung the door open, ignoring the fact that the chain was off. Why'd I take it off? I can't remember .
'Listen here mister whatever the hell, I don't care what your name is, Rose isn't here, and will never be here again. I'm sorry to- actually, no, I'm not at all sorry to tell you that she flung you in a corner mate, but you can't expect much more from someone like her. Go and be a good boy-toy or sugar daddy or whatever other fetish you have to someone else, k?', uh, I might've gone a bit too ham. But whatever, I just lost my only companion, and had this old geezer stand at my door wide eyed, staring at me with anger and hurt. Oh no, not another one of those emotional idiots. Didn't they see her for who she was? Oh yea, she was a good liar, for a short time.
'What?', he looked genuinely surprised.
'What?', I answered just as confused. Why didn't he get the bloody message? Did I have to spell it out? Was he slow or something?
'What'd you just say?', he grabbed my hand and shoved me inside my own apartment. 'Well?', he was shaking now, I couldn't tell if he was angry or upset, his eyes just seemed so… so deep, as if he'd seen more life and death and anyone could comprehend.
'You heard me', I tried to sound strong, I am strong I kept telling myself, like a chant, but my voice cracked. Hearing that, he stepped back, afraid?
'I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you', he shrank away, looking at the ground. 'I'm just looking for someone important. How do you know Rose? What's your connection to her?'
Ugh, why the hell did he care? It was none of his bloody business!
'What do you care huh? Trying to stalk her now? Go bloody well ahead, she deserves a right kick up her arse, and a lot more', I replied bitterly. His eyes averted mine as I attempted to get some eye contact going on, you know, dominance and all that, but he was so submissive. How was he her type? She liked guys that'd force themselves on her if she refused, that's about the only thing I shared with her.
'No, she told me she knew someone who could help me, I guess she was wrong.' Oh hell nah, I am not cleaning up her mess. Nope, naha, nada, no way.
'Well if its her soup she better bloody eat it, she probably poisoned it herself.' Oh yeah, she did that once too, tried to poison me for finding out her little secret, the sly little… No, I was better that that, and I made a new years resolution to stop swearing. I should really do a punishment system, 1 pound for each time I swear, save up for something nice maybe. Oh how I craved some fast food right now.
'hello?' the man snapped me out of my thoughts, damn, I gotta really stop that. 'Are you ok?' his eyes seemed to brighten up at the idea of someone needing his help. God help me, not one of them guys, constantly needing reassurance that he was the best, the greatest and smartest and godsent, I was sick of them.
'I'm just fine, what's the trouble you've been talking about?', I couldn't stop my curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, right? How fitting.
'I need help with something, uh, it's hard to explain I guess, I'm not sure, I can try I suppose' he stuttered. Well, I had time, though I just realised it was a week day and I better get to work. Oh… Oh wait… What time is it? My eyes widen as I check my watch, only to see I was 30 minutes late. Not good, I'll get my head chewed off for that.
'Explain while walking, I'm late' I commanded the strange man. Somehow I got a sense he wasn't right, but not quite wrong either. He felt strange, but not strange enough to be feared. No, I realised, it was an almost nice strange, and thus my curiosity grew, I wanted to know him better, just a little better, enough to find out why he felt that way.
