My laboured breathing is all I can hear as I drag my pillow and blanket off of my large bed which is set in the middle of my room. My skin feels prickly and hot all over then cold the next. I first stuff the pillow under the bed, then I crawl down until I am completely centred under my bed. Reaching out I grab the blanket and drape it over me.

I feel safe here.

Darkness. It was the first thing I've seen since I first opened my eyes. I don't remember anything before then. I don't know if I've even existed before then.

Two days before I met my first friend, The Doctor, was the first time I've ever opened my eyes.

...that day...

My tongue reached out on instinct to wet my dry and cracked lips. I laid there for so long that the simple fact I could move surprised me. The sensation of moving for the first time is what brought me to use my other senses. Such as feeling pain, which there was a lot of.

My eyes snapped open at the agony my entire body was in. But I could only lay there not comprehending what was happening. My eyes were glazed over not quite understanding how to 'see'. I was shaking all over whether from the cold, the shock or the pain. Great big heaving and gasping breaths filled my lungs before shuddering coughs took control. But still I was just lying there not moving a muscle of my own free will.

Meanwhile throughout all this turmoil my body was giving me, I heard voices . A small crowd watched all this happening to me in the entrance of the alley. Most watched in horror as my body convulsed. While one phoned for help another was filming the entire thing on his phone.

"She's having a seizure or something someone do something!"

"Mommy what's happening?" "Nothing for you to worry about."

"She probably overdosed." Someone said before grimacing and walking away. A few nodded their heads in agreement at this comment.

A great wailing noise sounded over the growing crowd, before bright lights shone in the corner of my eye. A piece of litter fluttered over my body in the small draft caused by the new movement the light brought in their wake.

The alley I was splayed out in grew louder as people were pushed back. Two men came over to me. One held a blanket and draped it over my naked body. While the other asked me questions and shone a light in my eyes. As I was helplessly laying there I felt two pairs of arms grab me and haul me onto a stretcher. A piercing shriek cut through the air, making my ears hurt. I then realized the loud sound came from me when I suddenly bolted upright and gripped the man's arm causing it to go in an awkward angle. My breaths came quicker and I started to hyperventilate before going limp again and falling back onto the stretcher after the man shrugged out of my grip with a gasp of pain.

I saw my own hand and arm when I grasped that mans arm. It was covered in blood.

They quickly pushed the stretcher inside the enclosed vehicle and closed the door. The man who I grabbed and a woman were in the back with me. The man glared at me while the woman checked me over before attending to the mans arm.

Water was leaking from my eyes and trailing down the sides of my face leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. I felt nausea growing in my stomach, just adding to the pain that was slowly drifting into the back of my mind as new thoughts took place. I was watching the man who was glaring at me before switching my gaze to his arm. Bruises were forming where I grabbed him and I watched in fascination. I watched the woman who tended to his arm and noticed her touch didn't make him change colour. An awful thought crossed my mind that I'm not normal because I make people change colours but then I saw him wince when the woman merely brushed the bruised area. It was then I realized I'd hurt him.

I made him feel the same way I feel in this current moment. I felt more nausea build up in my throat at the realization.

Before long the vehicle came to a halt. The doors slammed open and they wheeled me out. They pushed me through another pair of doors where someone shoved another person out of the way to reach me. Faster sounds came out of the mouths of the people surrounding me. The next thing I knew someone put tubes in my nose and pricked me with a needle attached to a bag filled with a clear liquid. The prick caused me to instinctively and quickly pull it out. Another instinct made me jump up. I pushed and kicked at the people around me trying to be set free from this torture. In my own thoughts I was worried I'd hurt another person. That thought made me avoid touching everyone. They took this opportunity to restrain me. I was still trying to not touch anyone so I made a growling sound to tell them I didn't want them touching me so I wouldn't hurt anyone. I felt another needle prick me. This caused me to feel woozy and tired. They held me down on the stretcher, and this time they put restraints on me.

The last thought I had before I fell asleep was that my pain had faded completely before the struggle even started.

~...~

"-The blood is defiantly hers-"

"-No wounds-"

"-X-Ray showed two hearts-"

"-Not possible-"

"-Double exposure-"

"-The blood seemed to be seeping from her pores-"

"-A Mr. Van Statten called-"

I heard the voices come and go throughout my sleep. The next time I cracked my eyes open I saw a woman washing the blood from my skin. I looked through the crack the closed blinds forgot to cover of the glass wall, and saw a guard standing at my door. My eyes kept trying to droop closed before finally consenting to stay open. I kept watching the woman wiping the blood from my skin before she moved to clean my face and froze when she saw I was awake. She cleared her throat and gave me a wary smile. "I see sleeping beauty is finally awake." More sounds that people seem to make came from her mouth. She saw me move my eyes to watch her mouth move. I tried to copy her mouth movements with my own but no sounds came out, which left me frustrated and confused.

She furrowed her brows and bit her lip in thought. Bringing her hands up she started to move them in different ways while speaking. I watched in confusion before I tried to bring my hands up to copy her but instead found them attached to the bed I was laying on. She muttered something under her breath before leaning over to look through the blinds. She closed them more tightly then started to unbuckle my wrists. "If anyone asks, it was Linda not me."

Finally with my hands unshackled she waited for me to respond while still anxious for what I might do. She sighed when I didn't move for awhile and started to move her hands again to see if I understood. "My name is Ricki what is your name?" She signed. I raised my hands and copied her movements.

Her eyes softened when she saw I didn't understand what she was doing. She gave me a sad smile and motioned to my face. I blinked at her when she mimed cleaning her face then motioned to my face again. Giving me a small chuckle she slowly moved the wet cloth to my face and wiped some of the dry blood. "What happened to you sweetheart?" She whispered to herself. Moving a stray lock of hair from my face she examined me more closer. "You look no older then 21, which is around my daughters age. She's in university now, studying to be a archeologist. Me and her father are so proud."

She sighed after coming out of her thoughts and finished cleaning my face. She sniffed and stood up "I'll be right back, I just need to get some more clean cloths and change the water."

I looked puzzled as the woman pushed pass the guard and closed the door behind her. Where is she going? I sit up further and try to move my legs so I can follow her. Finding my ankles also tied down just like my wrists were; I grab on to the strap and pull. The straps don't come off. I examine the buckle and lift the pin in the middle. I grab the end of the strap and pull. The latch goes further back into the hole; I push it all the way through and the buckle becomes unlatched. I do the same with the other restraint and both my legs are now free.

I feel my mouth spread wide into a smile. I move one leg until it touches the ground then the other one, but when I get up to stand I fall forward. I fell onto my hands and knees and the blanket that covered me while I was on the bed, wrapped around my feet. I kick my feet until the blanket falls off. Trying to stand up again causes me to fall but I catch myself with my hands on the bed.

The fact I'm unable to move like the other people scares me. The door opens again and the woman walks in. She closes the door before anyone can see I'm not in the bed and rushes over to me. "What are you doing!?" She hisses. I make a grumbling noise in my throat and try to stand again. This time when I fall she catches me. "Okay, okay." She coaxes me to sit back down on the bed. "This is what we're gonna do okay? I'll finish cleaning you off and we can go for a walk after the doctor comes and checks on you. But it'll have to be during lunch and until then I have to put the restraints back on you." She sees my blank look and rubs my shoulder. "But I have good news. Your caretaker Mr. Van Statten, is flying in from America to bring you back home. He says you've been missing for months and he's so happy you're alright."

She kept making those sounds again. I furrowed my brow then looked down to my bare feet then at hers. She has something on her feet maybe that's why she can walk? I tapped the top of one her shoes and looked at her for permission. She made more noises and I assumed I was granted that permission. I held the shoe with both of my hands and tried to gently pry it off. When that didn't work I tried a little harder. "Oh sweetheart you have to untie it first. See?" After the shoe was off I turned it over to examine the bottom. Something grey was on the bottom and when I poked it, it was sticky aswell. When I started to peel it off the woman stopped me and made a face while repeating the word 'yucky' and shaking her head.

I sighed. Why do these people keep making noises? It is getting frustrating. When I attempt to do some of the noises it doesn't sound the same as theirs. I want to know why these people find making those sounds so entertaining. I attempt to put the shoe on my own foot to see if it will help me walk. When I did, I slowly stood woman stood as well and held out her hands to catch me if I fall. As soon as I was completely standing, I closed my eyes; expecting to fall. When I didn't I breathed out an unbelieving laugh. The older woman chuckled, "You're doing wonderfully now take a step forward don't worry I'll catch you." I lifted one of my legs then promptly fell backward onto the bed.

Just then the door swung open and a few men came in. The head of the group looked furious that I was no longer restrained to the bed. Two of the men behind the the leader grabbed my arms and forced me down on the bed once again tying me down. "That'll be all Ricki." The man came closer then pushed the older nurse out before coming to my side. He smirked when he saw fear in my wide eyes. "For the few centuries I've lived on this planet I've never expected to find a living Time Lord. I'd hoped you all died in the war. But unfortunately here you are. And unfortunately for you; I'm here aswell." His face turned into a malicious sneer. "But there is one thing that should make you happy... You're not going to be here much longer."

To Be Continued...

Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I'm so evil.

You better review and tell me what you think of this chapter or else... *tries not to giggle but keeps trying to keep her face serious*

the next chapter will come next week... :) Muhahaha