Chapter 2
I was about to go back outside, but I was thrown to the floor. I pulled myself up, only to be thrown to the floor, again. The jerking around came to a halt and I managed to pull myself up to my feet.

"What the hell?" I said as I looked out the doors, not behind the stage anymore... I'm in space.

"Ginger?" I looked towards Mr. Smith. "How-"

"What the hell is this place? How is this even possible?"

"Ginger, just calm down."

"Calm down?" I scoffed, "How the FUCK do you expect me to calm down? I'm in a stage prop, floating in space, with my substitute teacher! And you expect me to calm down?"

"Oi, this isn't a stage prop!"

"Oi, it was behind the stage!"

He gave me a look, "Don't mock me..."
I crossed my arms over my chest, covering the band name 'Bullet for my Valentine' as I gave him that 'don't give me shit' look. "You have 30 seconds to tell me what's going on."

He sighed, heavily, and I glared at him, he started trying to calm me down, "All right, all right... I'm a Time Lord." I scoffed, "You wanted the truth, so here it is. I'm a Time Lord, the last, I am 907 years old, and my real name is The Doctor. My home, Gallifrey, was destroyed, and I travel through time and space in this Police Box, My TARDIS."

My glare didn't falter, "That's a bunch of shit..."

He stood up straighter and got that defensive stance, "Is not! You wanted the truth, and I told you."

"Whatever..." I turned away from him and sat in one of the structure's openings. I crossed my left leg over my right and crossed my arms as I glared at him, "I don't care how in the hell this is possible... Just take me home."

"You really don't care?"

"No... Just take me home."

He looked at me, skeptically, "You really don't want to know?"

"What part of 'take me home' did you not, fucking, understand?" He was really starting to piss me off.

"Now, there's no need to curse, like that."

"Well, nobody seems to hear me, any other way."

"I'm listening to you, regardless..."

"Stop it..." my voice was hushed, it could be mistaken with wanting to cry... It was more of a plea, "Just stop..." I turned my face to the side.

"Ginger-"

I snapped my head back at him, "I said 'stop'! Just stop acting like you care!"

"Ginger... I'm not acting..." I turned my head away and tears threatened to fall, but I wouldn't let them.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, feeling the itch to cut.

"Down the hall, fifth on your left..."

I didn't ask about the 'fifth' part and just proceeded down the hallway without another word. I let him too close, I told him too much... I can't handle the responsibility of making sure he tells no one. I got to the bathroom and went in, locking the door behind me. I put the toilet seat down and took off my T-shirt. I set it on the counter, took off my bra, and pulled a razor blade out of the padding. I threw my bra on top of my shirt and brought the metal to my ribs. I sliced across,slowly, and felt the burn that I didn't feel when I cut fast, with the box cutter. I hissed quietly as I made two, then three... then four cuts, on either sides of my ribs. Eight more cuts added to the sixteen I already had. I rinsed off the blade and pushed it back into the padding of my right cup... Better not throw it away here. I put my bra back on and took my bandages, wrapping them around my fresh cuts. After I was all gauzed up, I set my bandages on the counter and put my shirt back on. I flushed the toilet, so he'd think that I did go to the bathroom, and moved to the sink to wash the little bit of blood off my fingers. I made sure to get it off and looked around to make sure none had gotten anywhere else. I was good... I exited the bathroom and went back down the hallway. Time Lord? What the hell is that? He kept saying that and other things that made no sense... I hadn't even gotten to the front room when he stopped me in the hallway and grabbed me by my right elbow. He took me to a room that looked like a doctor's examination room... Hmm, how fitting; I rolled my eyes. He made me sit on the examination table and crossed his arms, it was his turn to glare at me.

"Where did you cut?" he asked.

"You already gave me this lecture..." I rolled my eyes, there's no way he could know about my fresh cuts.

"Obviously, it wasn't very effective, because you just cut, again."

How the hell does he know that?!

"You have no proof..." I stated, simply.

He started getting ticked, "Ginger, if you don't show me what you just did, I'm going to find it myself."

"You wouldn't touch me..."

"I felt the shift in your time line... I know you cut yourself, again. Question is: With what? And, why? So, spare us the trouble and just show me what you did..."

I leaned closer to him and got in his face,"No..."

Without warning, he grabbed my face and closed his eyes. I tried to push him away but he stayed rooted to the spot, his index fingers pressed to my temples. My movements became futile as I felt my energy slipping away, and myself become weak. I closed my eyes, unwillingly, and don't remember seeing anything but black.