The Girl Who Forgot

The 8 Golden Rules...

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TARDIS POV

It had been a day like any other, The Doctor and his young companion were off to visit a new town, a new place and embark on a new adventure for the day once more. Today the Doctor had chosen to visit the Silurian race, much to Erica’s dismay.

“Erica, listen... he can help you I swear.”

“He’s a lizard Doctor! He’ll hardly know how to cure something as human as cancer!”

“He’s studied you lot for years, at least give him a chance!”

“Oh don’t you see there is no chance!?” The dark haired girl had wrapped her arms around her own waist a tad, pulling up her hand only to cover up her mouth. Try as she may she could not keep the sob from coming out as her makeup ran down her cheeks.

“Please... – Please Erica... it’s your only chance...”

“That’s exactly why I don’t want to go...”

The room was silent now as I watched the Doctor lean against the control panel a tad, there were tears welling up in his eyes. Sniffling a tad he wipes the tears away quickly. He couldn’t help it... he lost his temper for the first time around the girl.

“... You still want to die after everything?!”

All Erica heard after that was a smash, her neck snapped to the direction showing how the doctor had thrown a chair across the room. His face was red, he was absolutely livid, so many emotions running through his head, he couldn’t handle it. She had done this to him... how could she?

The poor girl ran her way towards her room, locking the door in the process before falling to her knees next to the bed, trying to catch her breath as well as she could, tears streaming down her face.

Erica POV

No. No. NO! Everything had been going perfect!!! It was as if she was pulled out of her drab and awful pathetic excuse for a life and thrown into one full of mystery and love.

Love. Ha, what a pitiful attempt at finding love.

God couldn’t I do anything right? All I do is find happy, good people and break them. Break them without even trying. Become a burden to their lives.

“Let’s humour the dying girl.”

“No NO NO!!! SHUT UP GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALL OF YOU!!!!” I couldn’t take it. Why did everyone hate me? Why does every one leave? Why do I piss everyone off....?

I wouldn’t blame the Doctor if he attacked me right now... he had a better excuse than my father atleast... I pissed him off and if it was anything I knew in all my years growing up...

It was that I deserved it. Every. Last. Injury...

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Soon I was struck with the most genuine fear I have ever had, I felt my chest constricting, tightening with every breath. I was sweating profusely and couldn’t make myself talk for the life of me. I just sat there, shaking – every tear that I could possibly shed began rolling down my cheeks. Every fear I had ever had, filling up my mind. 

The fear that my cancer would kill me, the Doctor said “Malohkeh” could help me but what if he couldn’t? What if I’m just the broken old toy everyone called me at home, the broken fucked up little shitty phone that everyone just laughs at whenever it was mentioned? The Doctor probably feels so stupid... so stupid about trying to pick up such a useless piece of garbage and space such as me...