Chapter 2;

I couldn't stop thinking about the Doctor throughout work. I ended up trying to draw him and the blue box…my boss was confused at first but, delighted at the originality of the colors. I was remembering the texture of the deep blues, the bright yellows of the explosion, and the fluorescent red of his bowtie. I took moments to just close my eyes and try hard to remember the little details but it kept on being just flashed in my mind. I took deep breaths to try and calm my frustration and blew my unclipped bangs from my eyes. I had about four different paintbrushes on me. I had two in my hair, one in my hand and the other in my mouth, my other hand was too busy with the palette. I was deep into depths of my painting when the shrill of my phone startled me and I jumped about 2 feet in the air.

I grabbed my still shrilling phone and tried to slow my pounding heart as I answered it. "Hello?"

I was received by a choir of a screaming girl on the other end and winced at the loudness. My friends could be louder than any noise New York could conjure up.

"Guess what? You will never guess what," my best friend Taylor screamed once again. Taylor had been my best friend since we were seven years old. We moved up to NYC for a fresh start and we shared an apartment and split rooms. She was my "babe".

"What Tay? Stop yelling…I'm painting." I whined and her squealing cut off immediately. She knew how important painting was to me.

"Well I was just going to say that we have been invited to the party tonight." She said casually even though it was anything but casual. The boys at school have been talking about the festival night since the year started. Every December the art schools in New York would put together a festival with all kinds of art shows, performances, and films only for students who have been invited. It's the basically the party of the century. This is going to be our first year going.

"No way!" I was genuinely excited. I wasn't really all for parties and getting drunk and all that "good stuff" but the festival was a different story. Every year they have a different theme and the art/performances etc. have to go along with the theme and this year was "Universe". I've been obsessed with the sun and stars since I was a teen. I always thought they made my problems seem so small and so insignificant.

"Yes way and we are going tonight, I'll pick you up after work so we can help each other get ready." Tay always had a plan.

"Sounds like a deal. See you then." I said excitedly and hung up. I had never wanted to go to a party so badly. I looked in the mirror in front of my canvas and saw my green eyes sparkle with anticipation. I absolutely couldn't wait.

*TIME SKIP*

The multiple colored strobe lights blinded me…the ear splitting music deafened me….and the art surrounding me filled my heart with this overwhelming sense of …fangirling? I absolutely have never felt so passionate about anything. Surrounding me was a house dedicated to the stars, in art form. I ran my fingers over the brushstrokes and took in a deep breath to calm myself, gods I was such a geek.

My outfit I had to admit was my favorite. A navy blue sweater with a black mini skirt and matching black boot/heels. My hair was in a half up/half down pin up and curled. My makeup was dark yet minimalized. I had to admit I liked it. Taylor had gone to the kitchen to get us some drinks so I aimlessly walked the corridors with my painting in hand. All invites had to bring a donation; art or cash. I finished the painting at work and brought it to donate. It was a Van Gogh style painting of the blue box exploding sending off swirls of light. I imagined it when mixing colors after the first one.

It was getting too loud so I walked outside to get some fresh air. College kids were everywhere singing, dancing, talking, laughing, anything you could imagine for them to have fun they were doing it. I smiled at the sight and walked around the pool to join. Taylor met me across the pool and handed me a drink. We smiled at each other and walked to the dance floor.

After about 10 million songs and 7 drinks later I was dizzy and exhausted. Stumbling towards the house I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I didn't see the large dark figure looming over me…following. I felt him walk away from me and into the crowd. I stood by the pool confused and took a deep breath of refreshing cool winter air. A slight wind came out of nowhere and blew past my face making me dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol in my system at the time but I swear to the stars that I thought I had seen a blue box just like the one in my vision at the time appear out of nowhere across the pool. Blinking I saw the Doctor walk out of the box and look around.

We locked eyes from across the pool and I smiled. He smiled back, his green eyes sparkling. I waved and he started to make his way over to me when I heard screaming. Looking around I saw a group of large cloaked figures just like the one from earlier make their way outside from the house. I looked back at the Doctor and he had the look of absolute terror in his eyes as he locked eyes with me again.

I didn't notice the bullet pierce my body at first but I felt it really soon. I gasped as it went completely through my abdomen. No longer being able to stand I sunk to my knees and fell to the cold wet floor. A million things rushed through my mind in that moment but the only thing I truly remember were the Doctor's eyes. I heard him yell "NO!"

With glazy eyes I looked up to see the blurry vision of him trying to make it through the maze of people running and screaming. My blood was pumping in my ears deafening me once again that night. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move or even talk for the pain was getting to the point of being unbearable. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The last memory I had was of a pair of strong arms wrapping around my body.