A/N-hey everyone! This is one of my newest stories and like my othernewest story it was a request by rai-San so if you're reading this then yes I finally got my butt in gear lol. I know it's short but the next chapter should be up soon. And no flames please because I'm not so well versed in doctor and review!
When I moved into the old manor I was only 7 and lived with my Mum. My Dad had left my mum and I three years after I was born. I only had the impression of a large, if slightly docile smile and a large blue box I used to use as a playhouse. One thing stuck out about my Dad though; Mum never mentioned his name, just his job as a doctor. And that he was The Doctor so he must have had a high position on the staff. Other than that she said nothing about him and there were no pictures of us together or him and Mum or just him. Even an old school photo would have been nice for me to see at that age. I couldn't help but wonder if I looked like him or if I took completely after Mum.I hoped someday I would meet him but knew it was only a childish hope. Things like that only happened in stories and TV shows. This was the harsh reality where people died, hopes and dreams were crushes easily as my bones under my mother's high heeled shoes.
"Jasper, stop daydreaming and move the boxes!" Mum snapped. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her irritated tone and settled for giving her a dirty look behind her back. Sometimes I think she blamed me for Dad taking off despite the fact I was just a baby, barely old enough to open my eyes properly. But that doesn't stop her giving me dirty looks and her condensing tone.
"Get those boxes up to your room then start on dinner. I want it done by the time I'm back." she ordered before storming out of the door and slamming it behind her. I sighed and set to getting out the kitchen utensils. I heated up the stove next and put three burgers in. Suddenly I felt eyes on me. I turned to look out into the corridor where a angel statue stood, with its head in its hands. It took me a moment to realise it was a boy, around eight or nine years older than me so if they were human they would be sixteen or fifteen. I stared in awe at what I could see of their face. My childish hands reached up as if to pry their hands away from their face but I stopped myself. I couldn't move the statue without breaking it and it was so beautiful I was afraid to do so. I turned back to look at the kitchen , trying to decide whether or not I should keep marvelling at the statue or carry on making dinner and then back to the statue only to be astounded. Their hands had moved away from their face, revealing heavenly features. High cheekbones were set into their pale face, full lips in a smirk. Their arms were now folded across their chest in a rebellious pose. Other than that it was truly a statue of an angel. I reached up a trembling hand to touch his cheek and it looked as if the angel relaxed at my touch.
"Amazing." I whispered and went back into the kitchen. I thought I heard someone sigh contently but shrugged it off as the old manor's foundations creaking. It was just me in the house, after all...