The Doctor's Daughter

Prologue

When I was a little girl, I knew something was wrong. My "father" wouldn't speak, at all. He couldn't, in fact. I never understood why. My mum told me that I must never make eye contact with him, and never, ever speak to him. She was frightened that night, as she told me, frightened, yet determined. This look on her face, it showed me how serious she was about this. I understood. The next morning, I woke up and she was gone. My mums old friends came to the house and told me she committed suicide that night. I didn't cry, just thought about it. My mums advice towards my father had me thinking.

There was no body discovered. The Police had no clue where it went. That was okay, though. I had my suspicions, and the fact no body was there fueled my fire. I knew my father did it, but didn't know how. It was confusing for my five year old mind to comprehend all of it at once. So I tried to forget about it. I went on pretending I had a normal life, though I never talked to father. Then one day it all changed.

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I looked in the mirror at my self. My thin, chocolate brown hair framed my face perfectly. My big, sea green eyes were just a little to close together, and my tiny nose was spotted with freckles. My lips curved up into the crooked smile that I always wore, as I did one last check over to make sure I looked alright. I walked into the kitchen, getting ready for my last day in this home.

After my mum passed away, I came up with a brilliant plan, one that would satisfy my curiosity and keep me safe. The plan was that today, my 13th birthday, was going to be the day where I spoke to my father, then left home for good. I was ready to survive on the streets of London, I'd been prepared since I was 5.

My father was sitting in the living room, staring at the wall as usual. I grabbed my bag with all my stuff in it and went to the living room. I looked dead into his eyes, and grinned. "Father, do be happy while I'm gone, won't you ?" I went towards the door, and looked back at him. But he wasn't there. Perplexed, I frantically looked around the room, my sweaty hands clutching my bag. Nervous, I opened the door and went to take a step outside. Suddenly, I was grabbed and flung back in. Thrown into the wall, I screamed and slid to the floor. A creature that wasn't in front of me suddenly was there, as if it was everywhere at once. It looked like a robot, with soulless eyes and a c imprinted into its metallic chest. "You. Will. Be. Upgraded." It spoke in a lifeless voice, and grabbed my by the throat. Dangling in the air, I choked, trying to struggle out of its grasp. My face turned purple and I began to flail, trying to breath.

With no warning, the murderous robot dropped me to the ground. Gasping and panting, I pressed my back to the wall, looking for an escape. The robot looked preoccupied, and there was something in his eyes. Almost like fear. Suddenly, something grabbed my sweaty hang. I swung my head to look at what was grabbing me. A man who looked a little too over-excited about this situation was grasping my hand, and he said loud and clear one word. "Run."

So what did I do? I grasped his sweaty hand, and I ran with him, leaving my house and the robot behind.