Doctor Who and the Lost Secret

Chapter 19: Liar

My eyes fluttered open from the dream. My hand flew reflexively to my stomach as if the pain had come back with the memory. I sighed with relief realised it was just a dream, the pain wasn’t real.

I looked at my stomach happily realised there was nothing wrong with it, that it was whole and unburnt. And dripping with blood. The shirt had singed and burnt the entire bottom off and blood was painted across my shirt, pants and hands.

It wasn’t a dream. It was real. A scream must have escaped my lips. I heard the wrenching sound of pure horror in the scream, my throat began to hurt.

"It's ok, calm down. It's me, Clara." Said a female voice from beside me. I looked at her curled hair and deep innocent eyes. Her smile was beautiful and radiant. She crawled towards with a smile, but she was reluctant to touch me.

"Where am I?" I asked, voice slightly raw. 

"You’re in the Tardis." Now I was awake. I scanned the room possessively. She was right. But we were trapped on a ship with no escape.

"The Doctor always thinks of a way out." said Clara reading my mind. The Tardis was exactly how we left it, a mess. But it was all there, the control panel, the sleek blue lights that illuminated the room in a subtle blue hue. The metal frames were still there. Things were knocked over or fallen off but it was still the Tardis. How did I get here?

"But, I- died..." I said to myself holding my stomach once again reliving the pain. I almost flinched this time, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

"Well it’s a long story. It will take a while to explain." 

"So I did die?"

She looked away avoiding my gaze.

"Clara." Echoed a masculine voice from the distance.

"I won't be long". She said before disappearing to the other part of the Tardis. She was so caring and nice, but she was hiding something, I could tell. She wouldn’t touch me. Is it because I died?

I cringed at the word. How could I die? I looked back at my top and at Clara noticing her hands had blood on them. The exhaustion took over me and I collapsed onto the floor fainting. Footsteps moved towards me, Clara’s footsteps.

“Don’t” I heard a male voice order, “it’s not safe yet...”

"Wake up." Someone shook my entire vertebrate. My eyes fluttered open surprised. I was still lay on the cold metal floor of the Tardis. I rolled stiffly onto my back and sat up. I stretched each body part testing for soreness. Definitely my neck and back! Ouch. 

"Get up." I looked above me to see the Doctors tall stature towering over me. He didn't look impressed. I pulled my stiff body up and faced him. He looked completely different. His features had twisted into disgust. His tone of voice was cold and he didn't dare look at me in the eyes. But he didn't have too, because I could still see questions dancing around in them, swimming about and wanting to be answered. 

"Are you ok?" I asked more than a bit confused by his behaviour. He didn't respond. He looked away and stormed off to the other side. What is going on?

I searched for Clara, maybe she could shed some light on his behaviour. I found her sat on one of the stairs, worry painted across her features.

"What is wrong? Have I done something?" My voice was still raw from the screaming and the sleep. Something was the matter and I was being kept in the dark. Silence was my answer. "Tell me!" I shouted impatient. "Why are you keeping things from me?"