Author's note: 3 reviews? 5 followers? This is amazing, I love you guys! So, this chapter is all about the Doctor's past, and isn't that related to the actual plot as of now, but it gives some background and I really like it! Also, I'm thinking of writing a short story, carrying on from Chapter Three and having a Truth or Dare? Tell me what you think! Alright, bye!
Wenworth's Mental Asylum for Troubled Teenagers
The Doctor was marking some students' exams in his flat when his phone rang. His mum. She phoned him practically every day, he hadn't died, he was fine. He guessed it was state of mind, ever since Harold died.
His brother Harold was a great child, kind and lovely to all. But, the minute he and his twin John joined school, it all went bitter. Whilst John was the Doctor, helping everyone out and playing nice, Harold was the Master, controlling everyone. It seems petty when you think about it, but it was so much more to Harold.
He believed he was the Master, even at home. He ordered everyone about and was abusive to many children at school, and none of the teachers could do anything because he sent one to A&E after breaking her ankles.
The once kind, little boy turned into an evil, wicked man who wanted revenge for something that never happened.
Harold had been convinced that John had been the favoured child, The Doctor didn't know for sure, and always hated him for it. Then, Harold thought, that one day he heard his mother say to his father, "I don't know what to do with Harold. I always preferred John, Harold was just a mistake. Look at what he has done to us, he has ruined our lives. I wish he never existed."
I wish he never existed. It was burnt into Harold's brain. That was what caused him to nearly kill their mother.
He ran at her, with a knive, and stabbed her. The knive sank into her stomach and there was a piercing scream from his mother's mouth. She tried to wrestle the knive from him, but it wouldn't work.
The Doctor had ran down the stairs to see his mother screaming, laid on the floor bleeding heavily from her stomach, his dad grabbing The Master and pulling him away from the scene whilst dodging a knive and The Doctor grabbed the phone and dialled for an ambulance.
Thankfully, his mother survived and Harold had to be sent to a mental asylum. It was stressful to say the least and it scarred all of them.
None of them dared visit the Master except John. He went once, a very long time ago.
...
The Doctor walked up to the doors of 'Wenworth's Mental Asylum for Troubled Teenagers', and was immediately terrified. Definitely a happy name to make everyone feel better, eh? He wished he could have said it got better once he found his brother, that all problems were instantly forgotten and they connected. Oh, he wished.
"Harold!" The Doctor shouted joyfully when he saw his brother huddled in a corner, seated on a circular table and handcuffed.
The Master frowned angrily at him.
"You sent me here, Doctor." He snarled, making the Doctor feel scared.
"Harold, it's me, John." The Doctor said, choosing his words carefully.
"You're not John, you're the Doctor. And I'm the Master. And I am always going to want to make your life a misery, since you are Mr Perfect and I am a great big mistake. I'll show them, I'll show them all never to cross me." The Master shouted, a crazy look in his eyes.
The Doctor was worried. His brother had been driven slowly insane by his thoughts and he believed his hysteria.
"Please, Harold, please. Our parents love you, still do, we all forgive you. Please, you can come back." The Doctor pleaded.
"None of you love me!" The Master screamed, "You're all as bad as each other! I know the truth, Doctor, you will always be under our parents' protection, shielded from the hell I had to go through! You will never know what I had to go through to realise the truth! They said they wished I never existed! Do you know how it feels, Mr Smart Arse with the perfect life, perfect family, perfect everything? DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE LEFT BEHIND?"
It took the Doctor all the effort he had to not scream back. He just turned on his heel and walked away from that godforsaken place, and his hysteric brother. He was delusional, and his delusion had driven him insane.
There was nothing any of them could do.
...
The Doctor shuddered. He didn't like to remember his brother in that way. They found out two yesrs later his brother had committed suicide, he took deadly pills and killed himself. The Doctor was almost thankful, that they no longer had to put him through the pain. But he knew how hard it was on his mum, especially since his dad passed away...
"Paperwork..." The Doctor muttered, getting back to his marking.