The girl who shouldn't exist

The impossible

The impossible | introduction

Why was it all like this? The closet rumbled once again and she heard the same voices. The voices that kept her up at night and the voices that possessed her dreams.

The voices that had inspired her most recent drawings is far off planets; she liked some of them...they seemed like adventures. But some of them scared her. Now that she was used to the noises it was harder for her to be scared.

Her therapist told her the voices were fake. She couldn't stand the therapist.

_

"Alright, Angie," Mrs. May said, "what have we said about the drawings?"

Angelina Gloriana Rain hated being called 'Angie'. She recited the speech from memory with a bored tone. "They are from my imagination and they only come to my head because I'm creative. They mean nothing and the noises aren't real."

The lady smiled once again, "very good, Angie. You know that those voices aren't real and most importantly...he's not real."

This always made her angry, Angelica scrunched up her nose, "he is real."

"See, she'll submit to everything except for that. She believes in this man that travels through space."

"He's real, mami," Angelica stated as calm as she could.

"Angelica," Mrs. May said calmly, "have you seen this spaceman?"

"No, but I haven't seen God either and abuela says he's real," Angelica countered.

Mrs. May sighed, "that's different, that's religion. He's recorded, do you have any record of spaceman?"

"No, but I know he's there and I know he's clever and--"

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That was earlier now Angelica sat in her room, ready to burst into tears. She was holding her dog close. Angelica's problem wasn't fear. Angelica was scared of nothing. Angelica's problem is that everyone thought she was crazy and she had started to believe it.

Slowly, she crept forward to the top of the stairs; she sat next to the railing, listening to her mother and Mrs. May.

"It's just an intense imaginary friend thing," Mrs. May stated.

"I know but Angelica is so stubborn."

"She just moved and the house is kind of scary to her. Besides she doesn't have many friends so she clings to this idea of a good guy watching over her."

Angelica crept back into her room, the doors to her closet vibrated.

Child who shouldn't exist.
Don't resist.
***
The sun burns bright. For now.
The world freezes, any how.
So if you dance take a final bow.
***
Oh no, turn around.
Something that shouldn't exist is to be found.
***
It's who you are and who you're meant to be. So don't try to run, because it's destiny.

She simply began playing music while humming the words.

"Angelica," her mother called from up the stairs. "Abuela and I are going out, behave."

"Okay."

As the door closed Angelica continued to feel nervous. She was crazy. She had to be, she heard voices and saw things that weren't there.

She folded her hands while praying. "Please send someone to fix my closet. Please help me not be crazy.

Angelica heard something that wasn't her evil closet or CD player; a noise that was a crashing sound.

She looked out her window but saw nothing. Angelica pulled on a navy blue coat, tied her hair into a ponytail, grabbed a red flashlight and headed outside.

She walked around the permitter of the house but saw nothing. I really am crazy, she thought before sitting on the bench. She cried softly and silently.

"Excuse me, but you're crying," someone said. Angelica jumped, someone was sitting right next to her.

"I really don't want to be so please ignore it."

Angelica looked up to see a man she had never seen. He was tall and wore a bow tie. "What's wrong?"

"E-everyone thinks I'm crazy and I don't know if they are right." She told him honestly.

"What makes them think you're crazy," he asked with sincere concern?

She sat up a bit, still sniffling. She just noticed his friend, a girl with red hair. "I hear voices from my closet and they typically say:

Child who shouldn't exist.
Don't resist.
***
The sun burns bright. For now.
The world freezes, any how.
So if you dance take a final bow.
***
Oh no, turn around.
Something that shouldn't exist is to be found.
***
It's who you are and who you're meant to be. So don't try to run, because it's destiny."

The Doctor grew more concerned with every word. "Can you show us?"

"Are you here to help," Angelica asked hopefully?

"Yes."

Angelica muttered a "thank you," to the sky before showing them inside.

"What's your name," the Amy asked?

"Angelica. Angelica Rain," she stated.

"I like that name," the Doctor muttered.

Amy smiled softly, "can you get me a glass of water, Angelica."

"Alright," she smiled.

"Doctor," Amy started, "didn't you say not to get involved?"

"But she was crying," the Doctor said.

Amy sighed, "in all of time and space you can never resist a crying child."

Angelica walked in and nearly dropped her glass, "did you say all of time and space?"

Amy and the Doctor exchanged eye contact. The Doctor had something going on in his head so he asked her. "Why? Have you heard of the..."

"Madman in the blue box," Angelica finished with a smile, "I thought he was called the magic man."

"Well Angie," he said, "you aren't crazy. But there's something very bad in your closet."

Normally she didn't like being called Angie, but from him it felt natural.

"A monster? Like in my books," Angelica asked?

"Yes Angie," he paused, "but don't worry we'll stop it."

"What's your name," she asked?

"I'm the Doctor and this is Amy."

"Well, Doctor and Amy, the closet is this way," she began leading them.