True to his word the doctor did come back the next day.
It had taken me about 20 munities just to climb of the sofa and sit on the floor. When the doctor came in I was pretending to watch TV since all of my pencils and paper had been in the box he had took.
"Why don't we take a walk today?" He asked.
"No I don't like going on walks." I lied.
"Ok then lets talk." He said "Has your mum gone out?" I nodded. And he smiled "Then get up and pack a bag." He told me. I smiled to then and then remembered I couldn't get up.
"I don't have anything to pack." I lied again.
"Great!" He said enthusiastically "Then we can go now! Come on then get up!"
I tried to get up and make it look normal, but my shredded arms could no longer hold my own body weight, and I was barely six stone. I so was out of breath from the effort I could hardly breathe. After many attempts finally I gave up. The doctor knelt down next to me, a frown appearing on to his face, and tenderly pulled up my sleeve, his eyes were horrified by the scratches.
"Who did this to you?" He demanded. "Was it your mother?" I nodded, and even that took a lot of effort now. I managed to drag my hands to the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it up just to the top of my stomach. His eyes grew wider from view. The punches my mother had given me had turned all of my skin on my stomach and chest a horrible grey/black colour. He used both arms to scoop me up like a baby, (I think he was really surprised about how light I was.) and carried me outside my house around a street corner and in to the blue box from my drawings. When he carried me inside I gasped. It was huge!
"Wow!" I managed. The doctor smirked; obviously this was a usual reaction.
"Welcome to the Tardis! Martha! Come here I need your help!" He shouted. The black girl from my drawings came rushing in."
"Oh, no. What's up?" She asked me.
"She's really badly hurt." The doctor supplied for me
"She doesn't look to bad." Said Martha. The doctor carried me past various rooms in the Tardis, Martha following closely behind, until we came to a small room with a bed, a chest of draws and what looked like an on suite bathroom. The doctor laid me down on the bed and as gently as before pulled up my sleeves and the hem of my t-shirt to the same place I placed in. Martha gasped.
"Who would do that to someone?" Said Martha looking really upset.
"Her Mother." The doctor said frowning. I'm not sure what happened next because everything went black, but I could feel them leaning over me and checking my pulse, then I could feel nothing.
When I woke up I had bandages on my arms, and the doctor was sat on a chair besides me.
"Moring." He said with a lopsided grin on is face. I smiled back. I looked at the chest of draws my box was on top of them; there were also crutches besides my bed. I was not going to use them no matter what. I sat up and with the doctors help stood on the floor he grabbed the crutches had handed them out to me. I ignored him. Slowly and cautiously I took a few slow steps, then some more, then more. When I realised that I could pretty much walk normally I tried to make my way over to the big control room. Well that's what I thought it was.
The doctor was right behind me.
"I think you're ready for your first trip." And before I had chance to hold on to anything, he ran in front of me and pulled lots of strange looking levers and pushed some buttons. At this the Tardis shook violently knocking me off my feet. It hurt a lot but I couldn't help laugh. We were shook around for a few more moments until the Tardis made a big bump, I guessed we'd hit the floor.
"Would you tell me next time you decide to travel please?" Said Martha walking in. As I struggled to my feet the doctor flung open the door.
"Welcome to the end of the universe." He said with a grin.