AN: Gah, so this was a plot bunny that was been in my head for quite some time. I started to write it a few weeks after I had started to self harm and then I learned that I had depression so this story is like a escape for me. Alex is basically me but with a few things changed.
Anywho I hope that you all enjoy it! And please please please review! I would love to know what you think of this story!
Chapter One: The First Meeting
I drew the blade across my wrist once, twice, three times, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Then I heard it. A knock on the front door. I grabbed a towel and pressed it against my bleeding arm. I walked from my bathroom and down the stairs.
I opened the door just a bit and looked out. A man was standing there. He was wearing a pinstriped suit, trainers, and a pair of glasses. His hair was standing up in that almost perfect way that you only see in magazines.
"Can I help ye?" I asked giving him a once over.
"Actually yes, could you tell me the date and where I am?" he asked. I noticed that he had an accent that wasn't from around here. He sounded almost British.
I gave the man a funny look before saying, "It's May 23, 2007 and ye're in Dublin Ireland."
"Ah good old Dublin!" the man said glancing around and then giving me the same once over I had given him.
My almost black hair fell to mid-back and I hadn't put my contacts in yet. I had on a pair of jeans that had holes everywhere and my shirt had seen better days. I still had the towel clutched to my arm and I could feel the blood seeping through it, staining my shirt.
"Is your arm alright?" he asked.
"Uh," I said moving my arm behind my back and trying to come up with an excuse.
"Don't worry I'm the Doctor. I can help you," he told me reaching for my arm.
"Alex get yer arse in here!" I heard from behind me.
I looked back inside the house before turning back to whoever this Doctor was. "I'm sorry but I have to go." I slammed the door on him.
"Alex! Alex wait! Alex please!" the man screamed as he pounded on the door.
I ignored him and clutched my bleeding arm closer to myself. I walked from the door leaving the Doctor behind.
"Alex!" Damon screamed again.
I sighed and walked into the living room. "What is it Damon?" I asked pausing in the doorway.
"Who was at the door ye worthless piece of shit?" he asked taking his eyes off the television for a moment to look at me.
"Just some man who had a wee bit much to drink. Asked where he was and what the date was," I replied.
"Say what his name was?" he asked.
I shook my head and said, "No. Just told me that he was the Doctor." Damon stiffened in his chair. "What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing. It's nothing" he replied.
I shrugged but didn't say anything. I walked from the room and up to my bathroom. My knife sat in my sink where I had left it. I pulled the towel away from my arm and saw that the ten cuts I had made earlier had stopped bleeding. I grabbed my knife and held it against my skin.
"You might not want to do that," a voice said from behind me.
I whipped around to look at the stranger in my bathroom.
AN: So thoughts? Ideas? Comments? Let me know!