The rain was never-ending, cursing me on a daily basis. I don’t know why, but wherever I go, the rain always follows. It was irritating really, I hated being cold and wet, yet I couldn’t stay away from it.
“Oh look, that girl is sitting in the rain again. What’s her name again? Um, um…” I heard a distant voice from inside the school building. I smiled to myself when I heard that and fiddled with my thumbs. I chuckled slightly to myself as I went to move my wet and heavy hair out of my face and pushed them behind my ears. My long black hair which if dry a little curly. The school bell rung, but the rain muffled it out. I slowly raised myself from the bench and grabbed my soaked backpack. My school books were soggy, so that the words were no longer even close to readable. I tilted my head in the direction of the school, seeing children rush to their classes while others just calmly walked. I debated if I could survive three more periods of the day. I sighed and ran my hand down my face with a sigh. I started my path back home, deciding on just skipping. Not like anyone would notice. I’m the nameless one of this school, the shadow among the whole of London, the one the world ignored.
And there’s a reason for it all.
At the age of 7, I realized something completely…odd about myself. Whoever I touched, just disappeared from plain sight. Since then I’ve stayed away from as many human beings, and I won’t even try with animals of the fear of them disappearing as well.
The streets were mostly empty because everyone is either in school or at work. I walked slowly to my home, if it even can be called home. I don’t have parents. I was raised inside an orphanage but three years ago when I turned 13, I ran away and found an old abandoned house outside the town. It was the house where mysteries revolved around. The house that people drove up to and disappeared. It wasn’t my doing though, but I have an idea who. Around the entire house were these…statues. Statues of angels. Weeping angels to be exact.
My life seemed to turn around these statues. Although I never see them moving, I know that they can move and that they are the ones causing the disappearance. That forms one question in my head.
What about me?
These angels make everyone disappear, well, why am I still here then? Is it because I have the same ability as them? Did they give me this ability? Am I needed for something?
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Doctor Who: One-Shots
FanficI have decided to write some One-Shots for Doctor Who until I decide on one I like to create into a full book. I hope you enjoy reading some!
