Hello all! Lovely to meet you, if this is your first time reading any of my work! For those of you who know me from the other work I currently have on here, the answer is yes. This is very short for me. There is a reason. No I won't tell you. :) Maybe later. Thanks for reading this and trust that there will be more! I promise! Please leave a review at the end for me so I can get a good idea on where I am going with this. If you review...I love you :)
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Doctor Who. My God I wish I did. :)
Usually, stories start at the beginning, it seems to be the norm for relating events, beginning to end. But by no means is this a normal story, not by any stretch of the imagination. I'm still not sure how the events really played out in relation to your idea of time. All I know now is that things have happened that can never be taken back, things that have altered my reality and yours, and now all there is to do is warn you so you don't make the same mistakes I did. I'm not saying don't go with him, my story is full of wonder, terror and amazing things I would have never seen otherwise. I'm glad I went. But my choice to go is at the beginning. This story starts at the end, in a cold hotel room alone and shaking.
The bottle of pills lay in my lap, still full, not having the willpower to end it that way. I waited, feeling tears cooling on my cheeks, watching my shaking hand hover over the arm of the chair. The Doctor was dead, my fault. Rory was dead, my fault. The ring Rory had given me glittered in the dirty light of the bathroom lamps, making my heart catch. I had no more tears left to cry anymore, nothing left to give. Footsteps outside the door made me jump from my chair and stand in the middle of the room, waiting for my own death now. It had been a week now I had evaded, running scared. The Doctor would never have done that...he didn't do that. He stood proud and smiled a little as if he knew it was all inevitable after all. The sight of him hitting the ground, that small smile still on his lips, was still burned into my retnas. He never even had a chance to regenerate. I shut my eyes tight as if to push away the memory only to be greeted by Rorys face behind my eyes, the look as he saw the Doctor, dead. The look on his face as they turned on him and ended his life as well. A sob shook my body and my knees nearly collapsed, I grabbed for the edge of the bed. I hadn't even turned back for them...I had run to the TARDIS and she had taken me away, dropping me off somewhere in Nevada, then dissapearing. I had not seen the TARDIS in a week.
Outside the door, I heard muffled voices and the scrape of paper over cloth. I tensed for a moment as the voices stilled then the footsteps retreated from my door. Nervously, I waited for a few moments untill everything sounded as still as three in the morning could sound. My shaking hand reached for the doorknob and I wrenched the filthy wooden door open, poking my head outside with all the bravery I could muster. The night was warm and humid, no breeze to be felt, but there was nothing else. Sand in the parkinglot, dusty cars, a few buzzards out by the road. I looked around for another moment, wondering if I had imagined the rustling outside. As I moved to close the door, a piece of paper caught my eye. An envelope...in TARDIS blue.