A/N: A huge thanks to those of you who reviewed. I enjoyed reading each and every one of them. I looked at your suggestions and made a few minor changes to the first chapter in order to reflect some of them. I also made this chapter slightly longer as that was one of the suggestions offered. I hope you enjoy this next part. Let me know what you think!

"Hey, look at the Emo-freak sitting by herself" one girl shouted.

"Is she still drawing those retarded signs?" another girl interjected. "Circles are just circles, Violet. They don't have any kind of special meaning."

"Yes they do. They're like my own special language" I thought to myself. I could have sworn that I saw the Doctor glance up at me right after I thought this but, when I looked, he was looking down at some papers on his desk. I was losing my mind if I thought that he was able to read my thoughts, even if he did say he was 'a bit psychic'. The voices from the catty girls in the back of the room pulled me out of my revere of thoughts.

"I bet she's not participating in lab today because she doesn't want anyone to see her scars".

"Yeah, maybe blood's a trigger for her" the first one added. I continued to stare down at my drawing as I felt my face heat up and desperately willed myself not to cry. I knew that's exactly what these monsters wanted.

"Hey, it's ok. Don't worry about them." I heard a voice whisper. I looked up and saw The Doctor standing there. He smiled at me until his eyes fell onto my drawings. Then his face turned into an unreadable expression. "We'll talk about these drawings later" he quickly said before he walked over to the group of girls.

"Eh erm! Would any of you three care to explain what all this shouting is about?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Smith."

"Are you sure? Because it didn't sound like 'nothing' to me. I know from experience that there is a reason behind every action. So don't tell me that nothing was going on here because it sounded like there was quite a lot of something going on here. Something mean being directed at an innocent student, might I add. Now can I trust you three that this won't happen again?"

"Of course, Mr. Smith."

"Absolutely."

"Yeah."

"Good. Because you do not want to get on my bad side. Now get to work. All of you." He turned towards me. "That includes you as well, Violet."

"I can't" I muttered. "I can't tell you why. I just…I really, truly can't. I'm sorry." I got up and headed towards the door.

"Violet. You get back here! You can't just leave in the mi-…". I didn't hear the rest because, by that point, I was out the door. I heard the classroom door slam behind me. The Doctor grabbed me by my arm and spun me around. "Violet, look at me." I nervously glanced up at him. His angry expression turned soft upon seeing my fear. "Please tell me why you can't participate in this lab."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"I'm different. Everything about me is different, including my blood."

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked, letting go of my arm. "How exactly is your blood different?"

"It, well…um…it looks different. My blood isn't red. See, it's more of a bluish-purplish hue and…I should go. I turned around and ran until I came upon the theatre. Thankfully, the theatre club wasn't meeting today and none of the classes used the prop room, so I knew it'd be empty for the remainder of the day. Not only that, but the absent-minded Janitor also left the door unlocked, allowing me to slip in unnoticed. I shut the door, locked it from within, and turned on the light. Then I ventured over to a beanbag in the corner of the room and curled up, finally allowing my tears to fall.