Trapped in Time (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Lost and Found

Just a little note before letting you off to read the chapter. I will not have a chapter out everyday, but I will try very hard to. Also if anyone was confused, the events of the Doctor in this chapter occur right at the point that the Doctor and Jessie are in danger and she is pulled away. Again, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it. Please vote, and give me constructive criticism through comments. I'd really just like to hear what my readers think, thank you all! Enjoy!

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Lost and Found

I remember staring out the window for the longest time wondering when that charming Doctor would ever come back. Things had gotten worse in my household since the Doctor's last appearance, and yet he never showed up. It almost seemed as if he didn't care anymore, but I couldn't say that. He said he would find me and I knew that I had to trust him.

He was like the fairy godmother that I never had. The male version of course if there ever was one. He sprang in and saved me in a way, granting me my wishes and dreams, and above all he cared about me. I was important to him, and I meant something. The Doctor made magic seem almost real to me now. After all, if I didn't have the Doctor, then what was left? No imagination, no hope, no dreams.

Days past, weeks past, months past, but still there was no sighting of that mysterious man. I spent most of my days as a child staring up at the stars, searching for that wonderful man. I even went back to that spot where we met, but he did not come.

The paint was stripped from my walls and turned gray. Gray: the color I so much despised. Gray: the color that stole me away from the Doctor.

I remember hearing for the longest time a loud shuffle, and the echo of screams throughout my home. Then silence, long echoes of silence and nothing more.

Every night a sick chemical green color was shot up into the sky from the house. I didn't know why then or how, but it continued to happen. No one came to our neighborhood anymore, it was silent. The streets were empty, the flowers began to die, and everything else with color shriveled and died.

It all seemed to happen when the Doctor left, everything changed. My parents changed and became more or less like a statue, and spoke almost never. All orders, no love, no emotion whatsoever. The only time I heard them talk was when they ordered me around. They were hiding something from me and I knew it even then. So, one night I tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as possible and caught sight of the statues once more. They all stood deathly still as I walked past them as if the smallest movement would cause them to shatter and break.

My heart was beating so loud, I could've sworn everyone in the entire town could hear it. A shadow crept behind me. I turned anxiously to search for the monster that hid its face from me. The creature that hid in my nightmares and under my bed must have been following me. I pictured the largest and most scariest looking monsters with claws and scales, but every time I searched for it, there was just darkness and angel statues.

There was that sound again, the slightest shuffle against the floor. The floor creaked loudly as I jumped around startled to stare back at the angels. I wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks with the back of my hands as I backed slowly away with a look of terror in my eyes. The statues stared back at me with an empty look and a scowl of hate. Those eyes, I had seen them before. How had I forgotten? I wanted to scream and hide under my blanket, and imagine the creatures were part of my imagination, but here they were. They terrified me with their emptiness, hard scowls and gray harsh eyes.

The lights started to dim as they flickered on and off continuously. I began to run, tripping and stumbling in the darkness. Angels flashed in the darkness, their ghoulish faces moving as the lights flickered back off and on.