Doctor? Doctor Who? (Discontinued)

Chapter 2

  YAYYY Next chapter!!! I absolutely would hate to leave you Whovians waiting for the next chapter so let's begin!

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 "So what you're saying is that you are an alien dude called a Timelord from a planet called Gallifrey and you travel in a blue Police box that no one seems to notice even though its like a million years old and you are like 900 years old?" I said flabbergasted. The Doctor nodded.

  "That is correct, Emily." The Doctor told me. I stood up and snatched my backpack up quickly. He stood up with me. "Where are you going?"

  "Away from you! You are crazy!" I walked towards the front door. "You've lost your marbles!" The Doctor stepped infront of me right before I could get out. I put most of my weight onto my left side and crossed my arms. "Can you move?"

  "Perhaps. But at least let me prove to you that all of that is true." The Doctor pleaded.

  "Not likely. I don't trust people who come randomly into my shop and decide to destroy an Alien, getting blood all over me."

  "In my defence, the blood was your fault. Marvelous knife skills, by the way."

  "Yeah yeah, thanks. Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my apartment to start packing."

  "May I tag along?"

  "Whatever as long as you don't do anything that would jeopardize my chances at surviving." I said as I tried to walk away quickly but the Doctor followed close behind.

  "No promises, Emily." Doctor who smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and walked a bit slower because of my weary muscles. "Tell me your story."

  I looked at him strangely. "What?"

  "Your story; your life." Doctor smiled as he walked backwards in front of me.

  "Okay. I'm Emily Johnson. I'm 20 years old and I was abandoned by my family at 17 years old left alone to defend for myself. I dropped out of school to start working that year. Uhm, I live in an apartment building which is crumbling down to pieces that cost way more than necessary. I never had time for relationships so I live alone and have always been alone. I draw paintings and sell them online for some extra money." By then, we were already at my apartment and I opened the mailbox to grab the letters stuffed in it. I looked through the letters. I opened on in particular. "I'm waiting for-" I paused.

  "Waiting for what?" Asked the Doctor.

  My eyes teared up a bit as I ripped the letter to shreds. Throwing it onto the ground, I kicked open the door to my home and stomped inside.

  "Johnson, what's wrong?" Doctor said as I plopped myself onto the couch.

 "Oh, nothing," I retorted in a sarcastic tone. "I just lost my only chance to actually getting somewhere in this idiotic world." I felt the Doctor sit next to me and he put a reassuring had on my shoulder. He turned my body completely and looked into my fogged out eyes.

  "Come with me." He said to me.

  "Where? Where in the world would you take me?"

  "I could take you a lot further than the world, my dear." The Doctor smiled, standing up anxiously. "Come let's go!" He runs out the door.

  "What?! What do you mean?! Where are we going?!" I called after the Doctor. His head peeped into the door.

  "No questions! Let's go now!" I opened my mouth to question his antics but my words faltered me. I pounded my couch with my fist, grabbed my backpack and chased after the strange man.