A/N: So I saw a post on tumblr a month or so ago saying how the next companion of the Doctor should be a teenager who's living a shitty life and doesn't see the point of it all and the Doctor shows them a new way of looking at life (or something along those lines), so I've decided to write something like that (except I'm using the tenth Doctor).

The chapters will most probably be pretty short, and if you read any of my other stories, I'm guessing you know it takes me forever to update, but if you could favourite it, then I'll try and get the chapters out faster ^_^

I sat on my bed and listened to my parents screaming at each other. That was the third argument they'd got into today, and it wasn't even lunch yet. I let out a heavy sigh and lay back down, putting my earphones in and closing my eyes, sealing the outside world off. I thought about how much I hate my life, how much I wanted it to be over. It's not like anyone would care.

After a minute, I glanced over to my bedside table and picked up the blade, holding it in front of . No... not right now. I thought, slamming it back down. Right now, I have to get out of here. I put on my hoodie and shoes and grabbed the rucksack from the corner of my room. It had a blanket, some money, everything I needed to stay away from home for a while.

I made my way downstairs, trying to be as quiet as I could so they didn't notice me leaving. I could see them clearly from my position at the base of the stairs. Suddenly I was aware that I was stood staring at them and that I'd taken my earphones out to listen to what they were arguing about. I stood there, fixed, until I saw my mother slap my dad. I should leave. I thought and headed towards the front door, grabbing my coat and the keys as I passed. I was leaving and I didn't know when I was going to be back. I didn't want to have to rely on my parents being at home to let me in.

As soon as I stepped through the door, my mother yanked me back by my pony tail. "Where on Earth do you think you're going?!" She screeched at me and yanked even harder, ignoring my cries. The pain was making my eyes water. "You going out to shag the rest of the street?"

"No mum," I cried, trying to free myself from her grip. "I can't believe you would-"

"Yeah, well you can fuck off out of my house, you lying slag." She snarled, shoving me onto the floor. "And you can forget about coming back too." She yelled at me, and slammed the door shut.

I looked up. Half of the street were standing at their doors, staring at me, and even the children who'd been told to stay inside were peering through the curtains. Everyone in the area knew about my family, about me. They knew everything my mother said was a lie, but they loved to watch anyway, they loved to harass me about it. I pulled my hood up and started walking, keeping my head down. I could feel everyone's eyes staring at me, judging me, so I picked up my pace. I put my earphones back in, making me feel alone in the world once more. That's the way I liked it, at least, it was preferable to the alternative.

I'd been walking for about a while when I noticed I'd arrived at the park. I put my earphones in my pocket and looked around. It was completely empty, not a soul or a sound. Well, it was a Sunday lunchtime in a fairly respectable neighbourhood, everyone would be having their Sunday roasts with their families. What did I have to look forward to? Certainly not a Sunday roast, and I'm pretty sure a family was out of the question, at least for a few days.

I was brought back to reality when a tall, skinny man wearing a blue suit bumped into me. "I'm awfully sorry." His voice was warm and smooth. "Are you okay?" He asked, his intense chocolate brown eyes staring into mine, so old and knowing, like they could see right through me. I nodded, daring not to speak. I was never much of a speaker, I didn't trust myself with words, so I only ever spoke when I absolutely needed to. "So where you going?" The man asked, looking at my rucksack.

"Nowhere." I replied shortly, looking at the ground.

"I see." He nodded slowly. "Well, I'll err, leave you to it then." He said and strolled off, hands in pockets, occasionally looking back at me.

After he'd disappeared from view, I wandered over to the swings and, after chucking my bag on the ground, slumped into one of them and started swinging gently. I started to think about what I was going to do. My mother had never told me not to come back before, what if I had just become homeless? What was I going to do then?