Missing Words (Doctor Who Fanfiction) ON HOLD since 10/25

Prolougue

Author's Note

I'm back!
Hello, this is CarolineHollywood reporting to the Doctor Who fanfiction side of Wattpad. I'm would like to announce that the sequel to "Words" is here!

Before I begin, I would like to remind you all, that I do not, under any circumstances, own Doctor Who or any relations to it. I own this plot line and Miss Tessa. I would also like to forewarn people of possible grammatical errors that I would love you to point out to me so I can improve my writing skills.

I also want to apologize for my terrible conclusion to "Words" and the fact that it has taken me forever to actually type this up. I was stalling.

Now, as most of you know, I don't have a writing schedule and will never have a writing schedule. So, if you are wondering when the next chapter/update will be out, please feel free to ask! I will most likely respond, as long as I don't have a bajillion other less important things to do. Like homework.

So, without further ado...

Luv,

-C

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Sitting.

Waiting.

Pouting.

Growling.

Sleeping.

Repeating.

My life consists of a total of five things. Five things that repeat over like a broken record. Rassilon occasionally comes in, when he actually spares enough time for me.

I apologize.

Space prison can be very infuriating, and the only interesting and slightly time consuming thing I can do is to write in this stupid book that wasn't taken away from me when I was stolen from the Earth in the middle of what seemed to be an invasion.

Life sucks.

I am alone, bored, frustrated, confined, starved, thirsty, and did I mention bored?

I must have. It's in every journal entry at least twice.

I believe the main reason I'm writing this, is when I get out of prison, I'm going to find the Doctor and give this to him so he can read about my experiences. So, hello Doctor. Good to write to you again, though I do it seemingly hourly.

I won't go into depth because then you'll get all angry and want revenge, but trust me Doctor. Revenge is not a good thing. Revenge changes people. It forces them to act in ways they would never act originally.

I know from experience.

Or at least watching someone experience it.

Now, apart from my terrible experiences of boredom, Doctor, you'll be wondering what it is I do, when I do things.

I will answer you this and only this. I will describe you my life, and what is happening here is prison. Then when I do find you, I will give this to you, and you can experience my boredom of prison.

I'll probably rip out the first pages, being as they're filled with me screaming in caps lock.

So this is where my story begins, Doctor.

Hopefully, you'll be the end.