Your not the only one (Doctor Who)

Chapter 1

(Just imagine Scarlett as Emma Stone like this ^^^ but with longer hair, k? Thnx, bye! -3-)
Scarlett's POV:
I hate my life. Living in a run down orphanage where the girls hate you, the boys bully you, and the owner, Linda, beats you. Right now I was sitting alone on my bed in my dingy room, trying to soothe my throbbing black eye. I sighed, putting down the damp tissue. After living like this all your life, you'd think that you would get used to it, but I haven't. The pain still hurts just as much as it did when I was small. I had learned to hide my emotions, but normally that just lead to more beatings. I would never give them the satisfaction of my tears. I was empty, a shell of a person long gone. Laying down on my old, paper thin sheets, I pulled out my most prised possession out of my battered jeans. A small fob watch. It was a worn golden colour, and had strange circular symbols engraved into the top. This was the only thing I had to remind me of my family, whoever they were. I studied it closely, memorising every scratch, every mark on the watch. I had done this a thousand times, just staring at my watch. It makes me feel that at one point in my life I was loved and cared for. I had given up trying to open it up years ago, the thing was stuck, and I had tried everything to get it open, but nothing worked. I was lucky that Linda hadn't found it yet, she probably would have sold it for drugs or alcohol. Sighing, I got up from my bed and went to lock my door before walking to the window sliding it open. This had become a daily process, sneaking out at night. It gave me a sense of freedom; time to clear my mind. Climbing out and jumping down onto the dustbins below, I ran away from the orphanage and out into the darkness towards the forest.
A few minutes later I reached the woods, so I slowed down, hardly out of breath. I'm pretty good at running, mostly because I do it a lot. Walking through the trees I wondered about if I should go back. Every night I think about this, and every night I always go back. It's not like I've got anywhere to go, but how much longer do I have until my body can no longer stand the beatings? I'll be 18 in a few weeks, so when that happens I'll be kicked out onto the streets anyway, so I should probably get a head start. No, I can't. I don't have a plan, no idea where to go or what to do! But who knows what will happen if I stay any longer? As my brain battled against itself, I absentmindedly walked up to the big cliff that overlooked the city. I snapped out of my thoughts when I reached the edge, the wind pulling my long red/ginger hair out of my face and letting it flow behind me like a river. I sat on the edge, my long slender legs dangling over the side, free to swing in the open air. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool spring air, closing my eyes and letting my mind take me to far of places that would only ever exist in my head. These woods would always calm me down, let me dream. This place, was my wonderland. The only place I could smile or be happy. Laying down on my back, I opened my eyes and watched the stars twinkle in the sky, pointing out every constellation I could see in my head. I finally made my decision. I would wait until my 18th birthday, and if I hadn't found a way to survive after getting kicked out, I would come here and end my story. I want my last chapter to be beautiful, a setting that would make anyone smile, not a dark and dirty alleyway alongside trash and strays. After a few minutes of tranquility, the silence was broken by a strange noise. I couldn't tell what it was, but it sounded like a weird whooshing sound. Frowning, I sat up and turned to look behind me, only to see an odd blue box materialise out of nowhere. I watched in confusion as the blue box faded for a while before fully appearing and went quiet. Sighing, I laid back down onto the grass and closed my eyes. I've finally lost it, blue box coming out of nowhere, what's wrong with my head? I think I need a doctor or something. I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and footsteps walking over to me, getting louder by the second. Opening my eyes for a moment I saw quite a handsome man standing over me, smiling. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie, hair smoothed over to one side. I closed my eyes again.
"Hello there." The man said, sitting down next to me.
"Hey." I replied, not opening my eyes to look at him.
"This might sound strange, but where am I? And more importantly, when?" He asked. This time I did open my eyes, only to see that he was now laying down right next to me, still smiling.
"Your in Leadworth, England. 18th May, 2015." I said, looking at him with confusion written all over my face.
"Ah, good. Peaceful. It's been a while. Do you mind showing me around, I kinda want to wander right now, but I've only really been here once. I'm the Doctor by the way, who are you?"
"I'm Scarlett."
"Well then Scarlett, care to join me for a walk?" He asked, holding out his hand. My mind must be completely bonkers to imagine someone like this. I can't be seen walking around talking to thin air, but then again, what have I got to loose? Smiling, I took his hand, hoisted myself up and brushed myself down. Looking back up to meet his eyes, I took my hand in his.
"Why not?"