As we stepped outside I took in the fresh air of the planet. He looked familiar somehow, but I wasn't sure how.
It was quiet too. Really quiet. "Doctor?" I say, stepping closer to him.
"Yeah, I know. Quiet." He says, glancing down at me for a second. I take in some deep breaths, steadying my heart beat. Something about this place was giving me a bad feeling. I felt almost sick.
The doctor of course, being the doctor. Shrugged off the odd feeling and continued forward. I shake my head and run after him. Sometimes. No. All the time. The doctor is careless.
We continue down a path that looks as if a war passed by it. The dirt's turned and trees have burn marks on them. Some sort of dust or ash covers parts of the ground. I get a cold chill down my spine. I take in a deep breath, push some hair out of my face, and continue on with the doctor.
As we finally get to a clearing I freeze, it takes a moment for the doctor to notice this, as he's in his own world. He runs up to me, concern in his eyes, but I'm not paying attention anymore.
My stomach turns, I get spots in my vision, and I can barley breath. I go on my knees as tears fill my eyes. I knew where we were. I knew the place far too well.
I don't notice the doctor's words, or the fact he keeps waving his hand in my face. I don't notice the wind blowing, making my hair fly back. I don't notice anything. The only thing I do notice, is this place. This place I'm at. That I have to leave, to get out of here. Go far away, don't turn back. Ever.
The problem was, of course. I can't. I can't move, I can't blink. I can barley breath. I'm frozen in place.
This place was once my home, my world. The only life I knew. It was where I grew up, had my first kiss, fell in love, broke my heart. Where I spoke my first words, Learned to walk, and to drive. This is where my parents fell in love. This is where I was born.
But all it is now is a nightmare. The nightmare I lived, and I still live. Where everything burned to ashes, and everyone, died screaming bloody murder. This was my home.
After awhile I finally snapped out of it. The doctor not understanding what was going on. "Melanie?" He said, probably for the thousandth time, but this time I heard him. I blinked a few times and turned my head toward him.
He looked deep into my eyes, with his face covered in concern.
"You know where we are, don't you?" He asked me, although it wasn't really a question.
I swallowed hard and looked forward again. "I'm home."