WARNING: Mentions of self-harm in this chapter. If this sort of thing bothers you, please do not read. Thank you!
I sat down on my bed, slowly taking everything in. Apparently I was a Time Lord…no, Time Lady who was almost abducted by aliens, but was saved at the last moment by my father who was undercover as my substitute Biology teacher. Now, I was sitting in his Time Machine slash spaceship, which was currently located in the middle of the Time Vortex. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this all sounded more like the plot to some cheesy Sci-Fi movie rather than my life. But this was my life. No! It couldn't be. I always knew that I was a bit odd, but I never thought of myself as full-blown crazy. At least not until now.
"No! This can't be real" I thought to myself. "I've finally cracked and went off the deep end." Tears began to fill my eyes and I started hyperventilating. "Stop!" I sobbed. "Make it stop!" I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over and locked my door. Then I pushed my night table against my door in case The Doctor, my dad, whoever had a key. Not that it mattered since this was most likely a hallucination. But better safe than sorry, right? I then reached into my bag and grabbed my box cutter. I had done this so many times before that my body was now on automatic when it came to using a blade on my skin. I pushed the blade down hard into my skin and dragged it across my arm. Blood quickly rose to the surface and spilled out of my freshly made cut. I instantly calmed. I was about to make a second cut when a blue light filled the room followed by an explosion. Both the door and my night table had been blown to smithereens. Standing in the path of its destruction was none other than The Doctor himself, holding what appeared to be a first-aid kit and a medical supplies bag. I quickly dropped my blade onto the floor.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he shouted as he ran over to my side and threw the items he was holding onto my bed. I sat there in a stunned silence. "What pushed you to do this? Damn it! Answer me, Violet!"
"This" I sputtered. "This. All of this. It's not real. None of it is. I've finally lost it. And yet I can't wake up. What the hell is wrong with me? Why won't I wake up?" The Doctor gingerly took my bleeding arm and applied some sort of white ointment onto my cut. It felt really cold and stung. I winced. He then wrapped my arm up in a bandage."
"I'm afraid this is very real, Violet. All of it" he said in a gentler voice.
"So, you expect me to believe that I'm some sort of Alien?"
"I thought I convinced you before at your school when I scanned you. No? Well, first off, the term 'Alien' is rather subjective. Don't you think? After all, you don't consider your own species to be Aliens. Only other species. Humans, for instance, are alien to me in the same way that I'm alien to them. Secondly, I…"
"Whatever. I'm out of here." I started to get up when The Doctor grabbed me by my good arm and sat me back down.
"Think again. I'm not letting you out of my sight. Not after this."
"You can't keep me prisoner here! I want to go back home! Take me there, now!"
"And what's waiting for you there, Eh? An orphanage? The Vixtels who want to harm you? Classmates who harass you on a daily basis? Tell me, Violet, is that the life you want to go back to? Honestly?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess not. Look, I'm sorry Doctor, but I'm just having a really hard time dealing with all this. It's so overwhelming. I can't handle it all alone." He flashed a smile.
"Whoever said you were alone?"