The Girl in the Mirror (A DOCTOR WHO FANFICTION)

Chapter Three

It'd been 3 years.
The girl in the mirror had been eerily quiet, but every now and again, she screamed. It was a piercing scream, one that gave you nightmares for weeks after. It haunted me during the days, when I was at school and at home.
It drained all the life from me, like a vacuum. It felt the more I was in the same room as the Daughter of Mine the more I was getting sad. Little did I know that would lead to depression - except it didn't. Because I met the Doctor.
It was a Monday. It was the start of a week. The start of a month. The start of a year. And I hated it. Ever since I had sent the message of help I had been paranoid, and checked the mailbox every day.
As of now, no help had come and I was left feeling more deteriorated by the day. I was being constantly tormented by the girl in the mirror. The small, helpless girl of whom I saw everyday.
She repeated constantly that she needed help. Even when I was attempting to sleep.
I sat in my bedroom, door and windows locked. I couldn't risk Dad coming in and freaking out because of the Daughter of Mine. I fooled my arms on my desk, trying to concentrate on my latest homework task. It was a Maths one, and God forbid, I was going to fail it. I didn't like Maths (who does?), but it wasn't only that. I was terrible at it.
And the reason? I was dyslexic. The words and symbols got jumbled up in my head, and whenever I tried to write out a maths problem I always wrote the working out wrong, which thus, made the answer wrong.
It was hard, of course. Trying to fit in, when I had found out that I was dyslexic, but it didn't seem to affect my classmates view of me.
Of course, I didn't tell them. But I thought my view of myself would somehow affect theirs.
I closed my book. I couldn't too this anymore.
Instead, I dropped the book on the ground and walked over to the mirror. The girl was there, hiding behind the reflection of the door. When she saw me, she took a step out and gave me a small sly smile.
'Hello, dear Darcy. What is a lovely boy doing with me?' She asked. Before adding, 'Better block your ears soon, because it's time.'
My eyes widened. Oh no. She was going to scream again.
'Heelp meeeee-' she began to scream, but I interrupted her.
'Please! Please stop! I'll do anything. But please, do not scream again.'
The girl stopped screaming, and gave me a twist of her head. It was tilted to the side, and she said without any tone, 'I want help.'
I looked at her unsurely, 'I know. How can I...help?'
She took two steps forward, and she stood right behind my mirror. She put a hand on my shoulder and I felt a cold sensation rip through my arm.
I jumped back, my hands up in front of me in defence.
'Don't be scared. To help me, you need to break the mirror. Then, I can go through and...meet you.'
I stepped towards the mirror, picking up a trophy from my shelf. It was from when I was very young (these days, I didn't exactly get any awards) and it had a small man about to jump into water.
'Is this good enough?' I asked her. She raised an eyebrow.
'How would I know? I've been stuck in here for centuries- I mean, five years.' She said, smiling at the end. Did she centuries? Had she been in there for that long?
'I don't think I should do this...'
'Of course you should!' She snapped. 'You promised!'
I twisted the trophy around in my hands, deciding.
And then she says something that makes me completely stop.
'What if I could bring your sister back?'
I looked to her. My sister... The one who had disappeared? How could she bring her back? Could she bring her back? Oh gosh... She could bring my sister back.
Before I thought any more about the issue, I smashed the trophy against the mirror. It dented the mirror only slightly.
'Your going to have to do more than that to get your sister back.' The Daughter of Mine commented.
I tightened my grip on the trophy. This was all to get my sister back.
I lifted joy hands into the air, and was about to smash the mirror again, but then a loud whirring sound hit the air.
'What the-?'
Suddenly, a blue box slowly faded into my room.
The girl in the mirror freezes, and looked at the mirror of big blue box.
'No, no, no, no.' She repeated. 'Not him. Not him.'
The door suddenly slammed open and a small thin man was revealed with his mouth hanging open (like he was arguing) along with a red haired woman.
'Doctor, I can't believe you don't like pumpkin soup! It's like... The God of the World. You could really do with some pumpkin soup anyway. Look at you- your a stick of a man. I swear if I found any fat on you, I'd eat my hat-'
'Donna-' the man warned.
'No, I'm serious, Doctor. You look anorexic. And even when I'm here you never eat. I even offered you some of my salad-'
'Donna that was salad with honey drizzled all over it. Besides, I think we-'
'Will you stop- oh.' 'Donna' looked at me, with a sigh of realisation.
'Yes, Donna. It appears we have 'arrived at our destination'.'
'Right.'
The Doctor took a step out of the blue box and stuck out his hand.
'Hello. I'm the Doctor and I'm here to help.'
'And I'm Donna, and I'm here to tell the Doctor to shut up when he won't shut up. Nice to meet you.'