I found a room. I guess I'm going to stay in here until I calm down. I've thrown my text books on the floor. I was too angry to think. She was all I had and now there was nothing. What good was a time machine when you couldn't save who you loved?
Thinking about that only made my mood worse. He could have stopped that- that thing from killing my dad.
"I should never have come." I sat in a corner and hugged my knees.
"Then where would you be? Dead. In the past. Not much more than a broken memory." I wasn't sure when he got in the room. I didn't want to know. All I knew was I was done being mad. I blamed myself rather than him. I stood up.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm not much use am I?" My hands had become fists, but I didn't notice. My face was hot and my eyes had gone blurry. I was going to cry. I just wanted frustration to stop. For thinking I had killed my dad. And the Doctor. And my step mother. He held me close and soon everything faded.
*
I woke up on the bottom of a bunk bed. For a moment I thought I was 5 again. I sat up and hit my head. "Ow! Stupid little-"
"Watch what you say or she won't like it." The Doctor was fixing my books. I had done a number on them.
"Who?"
"The TARDIS." He said it so calm but I was still confused as ever. The ship would be mad? I didn't see her as a sentient being. The more you know.
"Next time don't break books. Books are the world's greatest weapons." I nodded in agreement. Personally I hated my text books. I should have left my backpack home when I had the chance.
"Why didn't you stay in the control room?"
"Didn't was to break the controls."
"Not like it hadn't happened before." I thought it was a joke.
"Really?" He nodded, laughing some.
"Often."
I needed to find out more but I wouldn't yet. I can wait.
