The CobWeb Effect ((11th Doctor FanFic))

Chapter 1:

((I hope you enjoy it, and I've never passed out, or have been knocked out ever, so, please, if anything is wrong, don't comment on it. (I mean that as nicely as possible)). I'm glad you are interested in this, and I hope you like my Doctor Who FanFic!))

My name is Becky. Becky Angeline Destiny Wolf. I'm 13 years old, I have a light brown, thick mop excuse for hair, greeny-bluey-browny eyes and freckles. I'm not the prettiest or the girliest, in fact, when it comes to most things, I'm the exact opposite. I'm an outcast, a loner, but I like the solitude. Well, I used too.

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I messed up again. Big time. And now I was zoned out as my mother was screaming like a banshee. At me. I had stayed out three minutes too late (but what she didn't know is that the key got stuck and the door wouldn't open) and I never expected the hand to hit my face with such a force that sent me spinning. I mean, I was used to being hit, but this was worse. She must be drunk. As my head hit the wall my ears began to ring.

"Don't you ignore me!!" My mother shouted to my back. Her words were slurred. She rambled on and on about things but I wasn't paying attention.

I couldn't hear anything but distant echoes, I couldn't even tell if they were distant or not. I simply couldn't tell. I stumbled standing up, the whole world span in slow motion. I must have hit my head a little hard. One thing's for sure, is that it hurt. Badly.

My mother was still scolding me; couldn't she just take a break? My vision begun to fade slowly. I took my hand off the wall and bolted out of the kitchen and to the front entrance, which, by pure chance, I had left the door open. Running, well, more like wobbling, unable to place my feet on steady ground, I escaped the length of a few houses; feeling quite proud of myself. Little did I know I had just fallen face first into some random neighbour of mine's yard.

I hated her. I hated my mother. Why did I have to be victim to her anger? I shouldn't have to make up excuses at school and go through this pain. I began thinking horrible thoughts. I wished her gone with all my heart. I knew I was slowly passing out, and the last thing my fuzzy mind could process was the fact that my mother just zapped away into thin air..............

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I awoke in the same spot I had fallen. The kindness of people. I sighed. I felt like that Bible story, the good Samaritan. I was the man, beaten and bruised by robbers; while two men passed by. How did it end again? Oh, yes. A Samaritan came along and helped him, after two had passed. I wonder if that Samaritan would come.

I had no clue what it it was, I couldn't read my watch. I began to lift myself off of the cold, dewy grass, but stopped. Any movement made my head hurt like someone bashed me with a baseball bat; the metal kind. My eyes hurt too, and I had to squint, despite the grey skies overhead. Deciding that I couldn't wait for help, I rolled onto my back and would take getting up SLOWLY.

Memories from the previous night flooded into my head. My hand instinctively went up to my left cheek, where the back of my mother's hand had struck. I winced at the slightest touch and it dawned to me that it was probably very noticeably bruised. My mind still on the topic of injuries, slowly, my stomach fluttering with nervousness, I lifted my hand to my head, where I had hit the corner of the wall. I gasped when my hand made contact. Half out of pain, the other out of shock. I could feel something crusty entangled in my brown hair. The sock-bun hairstyle I had adopted had since fallen out, but that was the least of my worries. I could feel the gash on my scalp.

My first thought was that I should go home and get help. But then another vision flashed into my head. My mother disappearing. I half hoped I was just hallucinating, the other half of me hoped she was gone and I was free. I was confused, but not as confused as I was at the sound creeping into my subconscious. Some mechanical noise, like a car that wouldn't start. There was another noise after that stopped. Footsteps! I turned over onto my side to see who it was, but regretted it. I winced and grabbed my head, the pain so unbearable there were tears piling up in my eyes. I looked up at the man and stared blankly, there was something......... odd, about him. I immediately felt safe. He bent down and looked at me, he looked worried, but I couldn't really tell through the blur. He didn't speak, just looked me in the eyes and tilted his head.