Sorry that it's been so long. I had to practice for this choir thing and I've been having a lot of homework recently so I don't have time to write that much, but I've started writing on the bus home from school. I hope you like this chapter!
The room is small, with peeling paint and water dripping through the ceiling. They at least cared a little to put buckets in those places, but the smell of rotting water and must still runs through my nose. A simple metal bunk bed is pushed against a wall, and a leaky sink and toilet on the opposing wall. The Doctor skips over to the bed and jumps onto the top bunk. He swings his feet back and forth like a little boy, with a matching smile spread upon his face.
"How the hell are you happy about this?" I practically scream to him.
"Don't worry; I'll get us out of here, Erin." He seems as though he does this every day. He's calm and collected, as though he's just going it work.
I jump up onto the bed next to him and ask, "How do you know my name? I don't remember telling you."
"Yes, well, when you were being chased by the Albeigh, I saw that book you were holding and found your name in there, along with the address I took you to, which I assume is your house." I don't respond to that, but look down at my hands. I have dirt under my nails and notice pencil led stained my thumb and ring finger.
We sit quietly together for a while before the Doctor stands up and reaches into his coat pocket. A look of fear crosses face and I ask, "What's wrong?"
"My sonic screwdriver, it's gone." Now he's frantically searching all his pockets, along with under the bed and in the sink. He then stands up; realizing that they must've took it. He sits down next to me but then gets back up and starts pacing.
"So what's this sonic screwdriver thing?"
"It's not anything like a normal screwdriver, that's for sure. It's the thing I had that saved you from the aliens." I think back to the time he saved me, both times he saved me and I recall the liitle green flashlight he used. I look back down at my fingers and notice a small welt on my ring finger. Too much writing, I think to myself. That triggers the memory of having to write another story for tomorrow. 50,000 words in one day. That'll be my record.
"Tell me about you," the Doctor says. I don't feel like telling a stranger about myself but then again he saved my life.
"There's not much to tell, really." And there really isn't.
"Oh, come on, I can see in your eyes there's something special about you," he says.
I try to think of something to say. "Uh, my family died when I was seven." As soon as I say it, I wish I hadn't. I burst into tears. I'm not one to cry, the last time I cried was when I was thirteen, when my best friend killed himself. But the tears are already streaming down my face and they won't stop. The Doctor jumps up next to me and wraps is arms around me. I try to shrug him off, but he won't let go.
"It's alright, don't cry. You're safe," and for some reason, I believe him. It's his tone, they way he sounds so truthful, and caring, like he will keep me safe.
"It was a fire. Our apartment was next to a club and a fire started because some ass was smoking and my room was closest so I woke up to the smell of smoke and ran to my parents room because I thought it was a bad dream and didn't think to wake them up and then my brothers came in and we all cried in that room. We watched our parents' burn and I watched my brother burn and I could feel the flames licking my leg and I still have the scars and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to start crying and I didn't mean to tell you that." It all comes out and I had to say everything. I finish my sob-fest I feel empty now. Not in the way that there's nothing left, but in the way that you let someone else take your problems.
I look up and see a tear roll down the Doctor's cheek. "I know how you feel. I lost my family and every other Timelord to the Time War."
This sparks my interest. I wipe away my tears and ask, "What do you mean? Timelords? And the Time War?"
The Doctor then starts off a long story starting with, "I'm what you would consider an alien from the planet Gallifrey…" and he goes on to explain the story of how he's a Timelord and left his planet, Gallifrey, in his TARDIS (odd name. Said it stood for time and dimensions in space or something.) He explains the Time War, a war against the Daleks and the Timelords. He explains the Daleks. He explains how he "regenerates;" how he changes when he's dying.
At the end of his story I just stare at him. I don't believe him. There is literally no way for me to believe him. "Then prove to me that it's true. Because, honestly, there is almost no way for me to believe you."
"It's 1942, we're in Alcatraz, and about an hour ago we were just in New York. How much more proof do you need?!" The Doctor is suddenly interrupted by a tall man stepping through the cell door.
"You're coming with me." His baritone voice is scratchy, and anyone could easily hear the angry tone. He grabs the Doctor and me and pulls us off the bed and drags us out the door. I stumble a bit before I regain my balance.
Two lefts, down three flights of stairs, a left, a right, a left, two rights. We come to a stop in front of a wood door. It looks like it belongs in a high school, with the weird checkered wire thing going on with the widow. A loud crash rings through my ears before the door opens and a guard with an old man bursts out. The man is yelling about jail, another one he went to I think. I only get a glimpse of him, , before I'm ushered inside.
"Who in God's name are you to and what the hell are you doing trespassing on Federal property?" The guy in front of me is bald, his ears a rosy pink to match his nose. He sits in an office chair, but it looks very uncomfortable, seeing as though he's constantly squirming.
"Yes, hello! I'm the Doctor, and that there in the graphic sweater seems to be Erin. We're travelers and decided to come see Alcatraz." The Doctor is as cheery as ever, but it doesn't seem to warm the man's heart.
"Uhm, General Brown, we recently found what seems to be a blue police box, one that's normally found in the U. K." I turn to see a man walk through the door. His messy mop of overgrown brown curls topples around the glasses precariously balanced on his nose.
"That's mine! Don't touch it. We'll be leaving soon, so if you don't mind letting us go …" the Doctor trails off as he notices the dude at the office chair take out a gun and point it at me. I don't flinch, I've been shot at many times for stealing, and I've even put a gun to my own head, so it's no big deal.
But the Doctor looks worried. He looks like he wants to do something to help, but is afraid to move. "Tell me what you planned on accomplishing with coming here and you'll have a better chance of both leaving alive." The man, General Brown, gets up and steps closer to me. He wraps his fingers around my arm and butts the barrel of the gun against my head.
"If I may, I would like to show you my pass. The guards gave me clearance to make sure everything is running smoothly with the you-know-what." The Doctor then reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a blank piece of paper. He shows it to General Brown and, to my amazement, he practically falls over his desk trying to get away from me.
"I-I am so sorry, Miss Greene, I-I didn't realize that it was you," he apologizes. I try to play along, but look at the Doctor with a bit of confusion. He just nods and smiles at me. Brown continues to talk: "We're so sorry to inconvenience you. You can just go on about your business."
And with that, the guy with the messy hair escorts us out of the room. "Sorry about that. And I hope you won't put in a bad word."
"Don't worry," I say, trying to sound formal, "we're forgiving. Most of the time." He guides us down a hall and into a large room. It's filled with tables and people walking around. A spot in the middle is cleared out, and there sits the TARDIS.
"Well then, the Doctor says, "If you don't mind, we'll just be on our way." He walks into the blue box, me in tail, and we hear the people gasp as the TARDIS begins lurching.
So I hope you liked this chapter. It's much longer, I'll try to make them more like that. Don't worry, there's more to come, I don't think that I want it to ever end, my story. It'll just be a lot of adventures through time and space!
