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The Doctor cradled the unconscious baby girl in his arms as he walked down the dark street, only lit by the flickering street and patio lights. It was almost midnight when The Doctor delivered the last of his kind, his mortal enemy, and his childhood friend on a weathered doorstep and knocked four times on the door. He slipped a letter in the bundle and took out his sonic screwdriver. The occupants of the houses nearby would have claimed to see a bright blue light and a man in a brown trench coat running away.
"Hey Freak!" The other girls called out as the girl just pulled her jacket closer. This girl was Elizabeth Wood, a girl who claims to hear a drum beat in her head. It really wasn't anything, just like a faint heartbeat in the back of her head. But certain events such as these make it louder, as if it was taunting her. It made her want to torture them, make them feel the pain she felt everyday. Instead, she just balled her fists and walked away with dignity. Sometimes, she used the beat when no one was near, to keep the rhythm as she started singing. It was her way of dealing with her life. She was adopted, it was easily seen since both her parents were blond and green eyed, whilst she had brown hair and calculating grey eyes, even at eight it seemed unnatural. Her family wasn't exactly rich either, only barely being able to cope with three members of the household. But, she loved them and they loved her, and that's all that mattered. It's that love that pushed the beats back, and that love kept her going back to school and dealing with these bullies every time. As long as she had her family, everything was fine.
It had to be.
The day it happened was a dark and stormy day. It seemed the very clouds were mourning her parents' death. It was that driver's fault, if only he had been responsible and...
No, not even his. Elizabeth only had herself to blame. She had seen the car, but never warned her parents. She escaped with only a cut on her arm, but her parents suffered much more. They both had died, and Elizabeth just mourned. She was all alone. She glanced at the two closed coffins before kissing her hand and placing it on both. They were just simple wooden ones, but Elizabeth had taken it upon herself to carve a heart into each of them. She stood there and cried silently as her parents, her lifeline, were lowered into the ground. She stood there alone, with only the men who lowered her parents into their eternal home. They offered their sincere condolences and stalked out. And Elizabeth never heard the drums this loud before.
It drove her mad.
That led her back to her home, the small house on Wham En Street. She grabbed her dad's cell phone and her mum's favorite bracelet and ran out the door in a brown trench coat
with a picture of her family stuffed in her pocket.
A single note lay forgotten on her desk, most likely never to be found.
My name is Elizabeth Wood, and I'm already dead.
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-Πηοενιζ