AN-Hey guys I changed the story up a bit. Took out the first chapter which I'm gonna rewrite a bit and gave you a little... well I'll let you find out. Thanks to Kat Ducat for helping me and giving such wonderful suggestions and her thought on Krystina, I hope I helped you like her more :) Anyways I let you get to it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer-I do not own Doctor Who nor any of its character's. Also the credit for Payphone goes to Maroon 5 :)
I don't know when it started, or really how. I just know that since I was born that this power, or curse in my opinion, has gotten me into more trouble then anything. My mother didn't tolerate me much, one step over her line and I could end up either homeless or not able to move for hours. of course, her always being half-drunk never helped.
Being in trouble didn't stop just with my mother. Principals, Mom's (also drunken) boyfriends, friends. It never stopped. And the information just kept pouring into me: affairs, murders, the list goes on and on. After blurting out that my Mother's boyfriend was actually just using her for money and pot, and not bring able to go to school the next day or even move out of my bed for that matter, I learned to keep my mouth shut.
Sometimes I slipped though. Sometime's I felt like it would keep that person from getting hurt, like the time I accidentally brushed against my friend's boyfriend's hand and found out he was cheating on her. Yeah let's just say that I lost a friend, but gained some knowledge. Some people would rather just be in the dark about things.
After putting up with my mother's abusive behavior and losing pretty much everyone that she cared about, I decided that it was better to pretty much lay low until I got a chance to move away... far away. So I started picking up cans when I was ten, got little jobs here and there when I turned sixteen, and then two years later packed my bag and left for the Lone Star state: Texas. It was bright, warm and hardly ever snowed which helped me out with keeping any painful memories from bay. Plus, it was far enough away from Michigan.
Texas was nice. I stayed away from the overly happy, always-wanting-to-be-everyone's-best-friend type people and the I'm-the-biggest-saint-you-will-meet people. They usually had skeletons in their closet that I had never wanted to know. So I closed my self off, kept myself distant from everyone and anything around me. I just tried to get through life unnoticed.
The alarm screamed at me from across the room and I knew I would have to go turn it off sooner or later. I found that I had a bad habit of falling back asleep after hitting that stupid snooze button so I forced myself to put my alarm clock across the room and make myself get up to turn it off. Throwing off the blanket, I moaned and pulled myself up to a sitting (well more like slouching) position and tried to wake up.
Finally, I was awake enough to make out certain objects in my room and work all the kinks out of my joints. I flopped out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to rejuvenated myself. I look in the mirror and made a stupid face when I realized how hot (ha ha) I looked. I grabbed my phone and put on Payphone by Maroon 5 to prance around to while I got ready. I placed my phone in the glass bowl I had on the counter to amplify the sound and grabbed my Clean and Clear to get ready for the process of turning this morning's zombie into a normal looking person.
After washing my face, I threw my hair into hot rollers so it could curl while I rooted through my closet for some jeans and a shirt. I grabbed some frayed skinny jeans, a plain black v-neck shirt, and some of a pair of her black ballet flats. Running back to the bathroom I unrolled my hair to let it cascade down my back in brown curls. I slapped on some make up and grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys to leave my small apartment building.
After checking the mail to find nothing but bills, which I could grab later, I walked out of the gate and slowly made my way down the sidewalk, soaking up the noise. There was someone yelling at a child to "Stay by me or you'll get hit by a car!", someone passing by in a car with unnecessary loud music, the ordinary sounds of an everyday neighborhood. The weather was nice, of course it was July after all, and I knew I would have to take a walk in the park before the day ended.
I walked by a gigantic building that I wasn't really sure the name of, but I did know it blocked out the sun, making it cooler and slightly peeving me off. A man bumped into me, apologized profusely before running off again to try to make it on time to his wife's and his anniversary dinner. I chuckled to myself. One of the perks of my power was that it sometimes made my day. I had just gotten past the annoying building and was enjoying the sunlight once again when the ground gave a slight tremble and the building decided to implode. Of course.