A/N: Hello guys! This is a new story of mine, a Doctor Who story to be specific. I came up with the idea for this story about a week ago, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since then. I will try to update at least once every week, but I can't promise anything, because I have semester finals next week, so I will try my hardest. :)

This is going to be a romance, an 11xOC romance, to be specific. It will take place in Series 5 and on, with some of my own add-ins and such. Each series will probably be a separate story.

I try to find a quote, or a section of song lyrics that inspires me to do each story and chapter. This is the quote that inspired me to write this story, and it really makes me think of what I have planned for this story:

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless shall again be king."

~ J.R.R Tolkien

Below is the quote for the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, the 11th Doctor, or other related objects. BUT! I do have a spiffy sonic screwdriver, River Song's journal, and a Dalek phone charm that spins and flashes... It's not enough. D:

Cracked

A Doctor Who Fanfiction

Prologue ~ Nameless, Faceless

"Let go of all you're clinging onto
Free yourself from what binds you
Binds you to the floor
Take back all the things you're used to
Whatever you belong to
And just walk out of the door."

Get Yourself Right ~ Moneta

How long have I been here? There's no way of knowing, no way to track the time. I've been here, surrounded by deafening silence and suffocating darkness, for what seems like forever. Forever is a very loose term, though. Forever could be days, weeks, months, even years. It could be a decade, or a century, even a millennia. I've been here so long I'm starting to forget who I am; where I'm from; how old I am. It's a truly terrifying thing, forgetting. Like everything you've ever known; ever felt; ever seen, is being drawn out your body, extracted into an unfamiliar familiarity, a constant feeling of déjà vu, leaving you reaching, scrambling for something you know is both there and not there. It's all very confusing and contradictory.

As long as I've been here, so has the silence and never-ending darkness. At first, I was scared of the abyssal darkness, very much like a child would be. Which I find odd, considering I wasn't afraid of the dark as a child… Or, at least, I don't remember being afraid. But I suppose it's rather typical to fear the unknown. It's that feeling you get when you think something or someone is watching you from a distance, a lingering stare you feel travel up your spine. But you turn around, and no one is there. Nothing but shadows that seem to creep around corners to scare you. I realized after a while, though, that there's nothing in the darkness. No lurking monsters to be afraid of.

Perhaps the most unnerving thing is the silence. I didn't realize how important hearing was until I didn't possess the ability anymore. I haven't heard anything since I was brought to this place. Hell, I haven't spoken since I came here. If I spoke now, my voice would probably sound like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. Dear lord, that would be an awful sound. Or, at least, I think it would. Anyway, the sudden presence of noise would probably make my ears bleed and my head ache like I had a thousand bells ringing in my head. That wouldn't be pleasant. Just like seeing light or the first time in forever would feel like searing daggers plunging into my eyes and moving my limbs for the first time would take the strength of an army. That, and a whole bottle of painkillers to top it off.

Oh, that's another thing… I can't move. Not even my lips. I am completely immobile, from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes, along with anything else. I'm completely numb, all of my nerve endings unresponsive to outside stimuli. I wonder if my hearts are still beating, if blood is still pumping through my veins… Wait, where did that come from? Don't I only have one heart…? Great, I can't even remember my own anatomy. Shit, am I even a woman anymore? Or was I a man? My memory is definitely failing. Well, I suppose there isn't any way of knowing considering I can't see or feel anything.

All of these questions are making me angry, and horrified, and sad…! I can't remember who or what I am, where I am, or how I got here! It's all maddening, and frightening, and I just want to leave this place… Even if my ears bleed, my eyes hurt, or my body's numb, my head aches, and my voice is raspy and dry. I don't care! I just want to know who I am! I just want to know how I got here, where here is! I want to know my family. Do I even have a family? Was I married? Do I have brothers or sisters? Who were my parents? Am I an orphan? Have I fallen in love? Was I just as alone as I am now?

I think I may be crying now. Maybe not on the outside, but I know I'm crying on the inside. Why me? Why was I chosen to lose everything? Does anyone I know… anyone I used to know, miss me? Hell, do I even know anyone!? Does anyone know me!? Do I even exist!? I can't even answer that question. I feel I should know all of this, yet I don't. Why have I forgotten it all? Why am I forgetting myself? Why do I exist if I'm not meant to exist? I'm losing everything, and I am terrified and pissed at whatever, whoever it is that is taking everything that I am, everything that matters to me; everything that has ever mattered to me, from me…

I'm pissed at whoever had the audacity, whoever had the balls to lock me away from the world and take my memories, my precious memories, from me. I pity them, because I am angered beyond the point of no return. And even if I don't remember who I am, they need to fear me. Because I will break free from this dark and silent prison. And I will come for them. I'll find them eventually, even if it takes me a lifetime.

The last things I remember about that abyssal place are a gentle voice, a bright silver light, and the beating of my own hearts.

I felt a chill crawl up my spine for the first time as a familiar male voice whispered in my ear, gentle and anciently sad. Two words that were so very important, murmured softly in my ear. Two words that would change my life…

"Break free."

… and I felt an excruciating pain throughout my body as I was engulfed in a bright, silver light and my twin hearts throbbed painfully in my chest for the first, and last, time.

I hope you enjoyed the prologue. My OC will be revealed in the next chapter, which I will try to get up as soon as I can. Review if you like, because I will appreciate it. :)