She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
A/N: Self inserts are a curious thing. At first I didn't like them, but the more I read the more value I found.
Writing is a form of therapy - and I mean it. It's even proven. So, instead of doing what my therapist tells me and write a journal... I'm going to dump all my emotional baggage and stupid ideas into this story and make it your problem! ;D I think that sounds fair... (Yes, I'm being sarcastic. I love you all <3 )
So, here you get the slowest of slow burns with a chapter count that is truly insane by now. But they aren't that long each.
Have fun! °v°/
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Trigger warnings: Many dark topics in here, such as morally twisted actions, suicide or minor violence. Most of the story should fit into the T rating and is not very descriptive, but if there are more explicit chapters, I'll warn you beforehand.
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If ever a story was told, in too many words and too many twists, then it might be my own.
Have you ever known the weight of nothing? It lies heavily on your chest, a ghastly beast, a demon from your dreams that steals your breath.
Have you ever felt the pain of being utterly alone? There might be billions of people on this planet, but you're not one of them, even though you are. There is no place to call home, there is no one to return to. Not a single soul recalls your name and you left nothing to be remembered by.
Alone. Nothing.
Combine those two and you might come to the conclusion that, in theory, or maybe even in reality...
You never existed.
But the universe is a curious place and things that might won't and things that should aren't. Our history is filled with paradoxes and impossibilities, written not by those who succeeded but those who were able to fit the scattered pieces into a coherent story.
I am a collector, a traveller. And what I collect are stories.
It wasn't always like that. A long time ago, in a past that is now distant to me, I was there, at the conjunction of not existing and being too real at once. And it was then that I myself fell into a story.
