Save me (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

HEELLOOO! I'm Lauren! I never actually wrote anything like this so.... Well I have many ideas for this but I'm not sure how to incorporate them. I would like to somehow turn this into a Doctor Who fanfic so stay on board you guys. Please give any suggestions, also vote and for the most part keep reading. thanks!

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Hot, tears stream down my face as I hold my broken form in my

hands.

The crippling beat off four echoes through every part of my body.

I attempt to block out the steering pain erupting in the innermost part of my brain.

Driving me into a state of utter insanity as if pulling at the fabric of reality.

Hands grip my arms pinning them by my side. Kicking an wriggling in every way to be released.

My eyes snap open and I breathe in shaky breaths.

I scan around for any sort of danger, I watch every detail of the worn down house to find my self wrapped up in old blankets on a hard tile floor.

It seems like I can never escape these nightmares.

Sighing lifting my body up from the floor I scavenge through my belongings grabbing at the water I stole from a convenient store the other day.

Taking small sips to preserve as much as I can because the thing about living the way I do Is you don't know If you will be able to get enough money to keep our home up and running, and none the less even have money for necessity's.

Putting back my water my eyes flicker to the clock.

Hmmm 8:30 already?

I stare into the mirror seeing someone who looks similar and different at the exact same time.

I know its me but still everything about me has lost it's usual glow.

My long straight black hair, my normal piercing green eyes have turned to a duller green, my tan complexion now just a more pale sick looking color to it.

Bruises now run down my face and chest, cuts around my stomach and arms each cut and bruise having their own particular heart wrenching story to them.

It's like looking at another girl who has my name Luna Ann Moore.

Sighing into the mirror I grab my make up kit and work on key parts of my body that needs make up the most.

Upon finishing I put on my sequence dress, and slip on some 6 inch heels, grab my purse and other necessary items before sliding out the door.

I hurry to my alley to meet Trevor "the leader" of this organization.

Well, technically he's my dad but to me he is as far as you can get from a real proper father.

Trevor is a fairly big man with two missing teeth, and a noticeably fake toupee.

I see his large shadow creep out of the darkness forwards me.

"Hi Luna!" Trevor coos with his smirk that will make anyone in their right mind run away.

He runs his large disgusting hand through my dark straight hair making me tense up every muscle in my body.

" W-What do you want s-sir?"

Slowly backing up to keep my distance.

He slowly inches forward and without any hesitation slaps me with incredible force.

"Bitch, what have I told you about fucking stuttering".

All I see is the terrifying anger boiling in his eyes.

"I'm very sorry Sir, it won't happen again."

I look at the ground trying to escape his gaze.

My face still stinging I push the tears to the back of my mind very well knowing if he sees any sign of weakness then I will have a punishment.

And I do NOT want to go through that once more.

"Off course It won't! Ah, well today make sure you have at least 4 customers or don't bother going home m'kay?"

He chuckles darkly making my stomach churn.

"Yes sir," I say barely above a whisper.

Turning on my heel I quickly exit the dark alleyway back onto the streets.

Hopefully Trevor will one day get caught.

I think smiling to myself.

I want to be a kid again.

I want to...

Hmm, that's weird?

It's hard to put it in words.

I guess it's like I know where I grew up New York.

Where I lived Barymore court (I don't know if Barymore court Is an actual street but just pretend it is okay!)

And My parents name Cecillia and Trevor Moore.

I know that my mom died when I was 11.

But, I don't remember how it was like or what I did, it's like looking unto someone's life and knowing general knowledge about them but not being able to recall the experiences I went through..