Insanity Island

Night Terrors and Morning Suns

Fire spreads rapidly through the room. Burning everything in its path. Screams echo through the house. Tate screams for his sister. I look around. My feet stick to the floor. I try to scream from him but my mouth wont open. Wooden pillars fall right in front of me. Again, I try to move. Looking down, I see tree roots wrapping around my legs.

"Mattie! Mattie where are you?!" Tate screams up ahead.

"Tate help! Big brother!" I finally mamange to scream out. The burning fire continues to rage in front of my eyes.

"Matts where are you?" Tate screams with desperation.

"I-" Im cut off by tree roots covering my mouth and arms. The more I struggle, the more the roots tigthen. After what seems like forever, Tate bounds up in front of me. His hands instantly get to work. Tryinf to pry the roots free. But to no avail.

"I'll get you out. I promise. Just hang in there okay?" Tate fixes his blue eyes on my orange ones. The roots tighten to deadly grip. I scream, only coming out a mumble.

"Stop struggling. You'll make it worsw. It's gonna be-" Tate is cut off by a wooden pillar swinging down. The burning pillar knocks him down. I watch with wide eyes. My screams become more strangled. The roots keep tightening. Making my breathing harder with each breath.

"Mattie! Wake up! Mattie!" Someone shouts. Shaking my shoulders violently. I open my eyes. Blue waves lap agaianst the shore. A moon shines over the ocean. Brown eyes enter my line of vision.

"Mattie are you okay? You were screaming and thrashing around in my arms." The Doctor says softly. Night terrors are the worst. When I miss home, they decide to ccreep into my mind. Sometimes I can handle them. Other times, I'll wake up crying and sweating.

"Im okay. Jusr a night terror. Thats all. They only hapen when I miss home." I mumble, bringing myself to a sitting position.

The Doctor's old eyes show me sympathy. Throw in some humor and sadness then he'd be my mum. I shift my eyes back to the ocean. Letting my mind wander. How old is the ocean? Is it as old as time?And another thing, why was the Doctor on a plane? If he has his TARDIS(Time And Relative Dimension In Space), then why a plane? Did he know that the plane was going to crash? Did he go on just to svae us from perishing? Or did he go on just for his own amusement?

"Mattie, can you hear me?" The Doctor repeats. I look up at him and nod. Just now noticing the breeze that has picked up. He takes off his tweed coat and sets it around my shoulders. I push my right arm in. Looking down at my left arm, I glare at it. The Doctor raises his eyebrow in questioning.

"When we crashed, I must have broken my left arm. But it will be perfectly fine." I say nonchalantly. The Doctor disregards my comment and grabs my left arm gently.

"We need to find you a sling. If I can find where the plane crashed, I can find your stuff. Maybe find some food and supplies. Its knda of like Midnight. But also not. There is o mimicking creatures. Welllll, you could mimick me. Though I'd suggest not really."The Doctor mumbles on. I give him a half smile.

"Doctor, we can do all that in the morning. We can just rest now. I know I need it. And maybe as much as you dont want to admit it, you need it too."I tell him, shooting him a motherly look. He stares at me. Eyes searcing for something. Its like he was looking into my soul. Without warning, he puts his hands on both sides of my head. I feel him enter my mind. Scared, I set up a mental wall block. He cant see my memories. My darkest fears and secrets.

"Mattie let me in."The Doctor demands. Yet I keep the wall up. If he see's my past, he'll pity me. He'll know everything about me. Sure I trust him because my mum does but he can't see them.

"Stop..."I whispered with desperation. The Doctor takes his hands off. Sighing, I lay back in the sand. Night time is my friend. In the darkest pits of my mind, night time is my only hope. Im always hesitant in telling people my story. What if they run away? What if they laugh in my face? My number one biggest fear is being alone. Whether it be having no one that cares, or being trapped alone. Being alone is the worst thing that could ever happen to someone. Theres really no hope if you are alone. I know thats pessimistic but there really isnt.

"Doctor, why were you alone?"I whispered to the man who was now laying next to me. A couple seconds tick by before he speaks.

"I lost someone. Her name was Clara. Wellll, I didnt lose her physically but she left me."For the first time since I met him, he sounds sad. All I want to do is wrap my arms around him and tell him that everyhting was going to be okay. But I cant. Because I dont know the story and I dont know him. I have no way of knowing how he'll react.

Instead, I grab his hand. "I'm sorry."Is all I say.

"Isnt everyone?"He replies. We lay there in silence. Caught up in our own thoughts.