A/N Hiya, yes still is my first Doctor Who story in… well ages! So bear with me if it's terrible… I would expect it to be.
Anyhow, hope you enjoy! :D
Disclaimers: I do not own Doctor Who in any shape or form, or its characters or places or objects represented in this story that might also be in the T.V show. I just own the plot, story line, the characters I make up and other stuff I make up…. Ok?
Here it goes…
The cold frost of Christmas morning smashed the hot tears that had dripped down her cheekbones too her chin. A petit girl stood at her window, her cottage old fashioned. The cooling sensation calmed her. Her chest pounded, her hand just wouldn't stop shaking. Her white front teeth were biting deep into her deep red lip, halting the noisy sob about to erupt from her throat, but, why? What was so terrifying?
Quietly as she could, she made her way across her room. The smooth soft carpet slithered though her toes. Making her way to the door, she tripped over an object surrounded by the shadowy darkness. Face first; she slammed into the solidness that was to be her door. The impact nipped her face with pain, shocking her. Her body stiffened, listening intently to anything.
Nothing, no one moved. Everyone still slept.
A long unsteady sigh of relief came from the golden haired girl and she slowly stood up and twisted the freezing handle with her long brittle fingers. Her left hand gradually pulled the door wide enough for slim figure to glide though.
Holding her throbbing face, she elegantly floated down the stairs, crossing over some certain steps, to avoid unnecessary sounds. Her oversized pale silk nightie flowed behind her as she made her way outside though the back door to the garden.
Sobbing, she made her way over to the shed.
Normally, she would just have to go under the rose climbed arch, which filled the garden with beautiful aromas. This was the only way, to get to the door. But a mammoth like, sapphire 'police box' confidently stood in her way. The inviting hospitable lights from the tiny windows reassured her.
She ogled, someway this image felt familiar.
A/N So who this girl? What has she got to do with whoever's in the Tardis? Why is she so scared? Could anyone be behind this?
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