I had already written the notes. Farewells to my loved ones. I was home alone, so I'd want to say my goodbyes at some point. Med overdose wasn't an option, because Mom left those in a lock box. Bleeding out seemed painful and time consuming. I had decided on the ever-popular hanging method. I had a rope tied to the ceiling fan and a chair right underneath it. I put my head through the loop and stood for a minute. What would life be like when I was gone? I had no friends. All I had was family, and I was pretty sure they hated me too. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I, Jessica Lee, was about to commit suicide. Then, a whirring came into the room and paper fluttered about. I opened my eyes and saw a blue box materializing in the corner. A man, clad in a suit, Chuck Taylors, and 3D glasses stepped out.
"Oi, what do ya think ya doing?"
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Why They Call Him the Doctor
FanfictionJessica Lee is fifteen and suffers from depression. One day, life pushes her to the edge, and she's done with it. As she's about to hang herself, a distinct whirring comes about in her house, and a blue box appears. The man who steps out doesn't see...
