AUTHOR'S NOTE:This is a short chapter because it's really late here and I'm tired as crap.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who...I don't think I ever will...

CHAPTER 1:

PART 1

Taylor sat uncomfortably in his seat. The pillow that was supposed to make his support his back wasn't working. He tried shifting his weight to his bum and sat up. Within a few minutes Taylor knew he would be uncomfortable again but at least sitting up was giving him temporary relief.

His mother looked at him with concern. Her face showed compassion but also a stern look of sadness and disapproval. It was as though she wanted to be kind and sweet but because of this predicament she was unable to do so without letting out a look of sadness.

"I'm sorry for having to say this Mrs. Lloyd but until Taylor gets psychological help he won't be able to return to school." The principle stated.

Taylor's mother turned her attention to the principle. "Yes. I understand"

The next thirty minutes were spent filling out paperwork and stuff Taylor just didn't find…well…interesting, but then again what was he supposed to expect. Getting psychiatric help wasn't going to be fun. He had to accept that.

He should have learned to accept it when he started to act weird. He had a tendency to black out at the weirdest times. He would see past events and sometimes even future events. The future events that happened were never too big. They were often the results of a football game or a future supper one of his parents would have. They were rather pointless visions. Of course Taylor didn't pay any mind. He just thought he was possibly just going through a phase….a really…weird…phase. Then he started to write strange things. He didn't do it consciously of course, he would just sort of come out of his blackouts with awkward writings on his hands and arms and sometimes even on his school paper.

This of course caught the attention of his teachers. They would pull him aside and ask him if he was okay or if he needed help. Sometimes the real mean teachers would ask him if he was a nitwit. Taylor didn't mind, he had been told he was crazy before. He had ADHD. He couldn't control how much he liked to jump around touch everything he saw. It was only normal for him to be called things like that. It took Taylor a moment to realize he had zoned out. As he came back to reality, Taylor tried to focus on what the principle and his mother were saying. He was starting to get tired of sitting in the seat for so long.

He blinked and was suddenly in a white room. There was nothing inside the room. No windows, furniture, or doors. Nothing but the corners of the room. Somehow the room was well lit but there wasn't a light bulb above him. 'Strange', he thought as he picked himself up from off the ground. Just then a door appeared. A very bright light was shining from the door. He swore that door hadn't been there before. A shadow appeared at the entrance of the door. It was hard to see due to the bright strange light that was piercing his eyes but he could make out broad shoulders and floppy hair. It was a man. Nicely dressed but a horrible fashion sense. The man didn't enter the room but stood in the doorway. He stayed there for a couple of seconds then moved. The shadow was moving towards him. Slightly gliding across the odd floor. Taylor wasn't really prepared for what he was about to see. He was partially frightened at what he could possibly see. Aliens had always amazed him but he wasn't he wanted to see a live one.

Wait. How did he know it was an alien?

A sudden thought popped into his head. Taylor unconsciously opened his mouth to speak. Three words came out of his moth that surprised him.

"This isn't real."

…..

Taylor was back in the principal's office. His mother was starting to walk out the door when she noticed Taylor had not moved an inch. He then got up out of his chair and followed her to the car. He wasn't thinking about how much trouble he would be in when his father got home or how much he was ready to just go lie and bed and forget about life. He was only thinking about one thing.

What was the white room he was in earlier?

Little did he notice that things were about to change for him and never be the same again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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