Yup, you heard (or read) me right. My best friend is a Time Lord.
I first met him when I was young. I couldn't have been more that five. It was before Dad left anyways. Right before we moved out of Burnaby, strange things were happening. People started going missing. Kids. Mum thought it was some psycho pervert. She even pulled us out of school for a bit. Mum was afraid. Emerald wasn't. She must've been about 13 then, though she looked alot older.
Emerald used to sneak me out some days. We'd go for walks, where she would meet her silly boyfriend and I would play at the park.
I was playing in the sand when I saw him, out of the corner of my eye. He was sitting on top of the wooden house the kids used to climb and sit on. His unruly ginger hair was rustled by the wind. He looked sad and lonely so I went to him.
"What's wrong mister?"
He told me that I was too young to understand just yet, but he told me that he lost his friend, Sierra.
"I'm sorry," I said with a frown. I turned to walk away but he grabbed my hand and told me that it wasn't my fault, and no matter what, it wasn't my fault.
Emerald came up to us then, yelling at him. She told him to stay away from little girls. That seemed to have struck him hard. She grabbed my hand that he was holding and pulled me away, back home. When we got out of the park I heard a strange mechanical whir. I turned around but nothing was there.
February 17, 1999
I went to the graveyard today. I hope I never have to again. We had to bury Em today. I miss her. I think Mum does too, but she doesn't show it. She just yells alot, and drinks.
Daddy didn't come today. I didn't think he would. I haven't seen him in almost a year, so what makes today any different.
I wonder what Emerald would say, if she saw us like this. She'd probably tell us we were mad and make me play video games with her, saying that it was her sisterly duty to cheer me up.
I saw The Man From The Park today. He was at the funeral. Mum saw him and freaked, kicked him straight out. I wonder why... Mum won't even tell me how she died.
The second time I saw him I didn't even get to talk to him. He was standing in the back of the church, wearing a blueish-green suit. His red hair was neatly combed, unlike the first time I met him, two years before.
He looked as if he had been crying. I was just about to go talk to him when Mum went balistic. She threw a drunken fit when she saw him. She slowly walked up to him, tripping over her own feet and slurring her words.
"Get the hell out!"
"B.."
"I said get the hell out. You'v got no right to be here."
"If you'd just let me explain..."
"No, out!" She screamed and grabbed him forcefully by the shirt collar. She dragged him out of the church. "I swear that if I ever see you around here again, I'll make you regret it." She seethed. It sounded like she blamed him. But it's not his fault, he can't save us all...
He showed up and not even my Father had. It didn't surprise us though. I hadn't seen Dad since he ran off with some other woman when I was six. He still sends me presents on my birthday and Christmas, even payed for my tuition to that boarding school I was stuck in for a year.
The next day at school I tried to act happy. I tried to act like Em would. I put on some of her makeup and dressed in her old clothes that fit me now. The girls at school all laughed at me, the boys looked at me with funny looks on their faces. I didn't mind though. I never did have friends before. The teachers all looked at me funny too. They thought I was just going through a phase, since my sister died. People can be so creul...
Didn't I know it...