Let Our Worlds Collide

Let Our Worlds Collide

  • WpView
    Reads 153
  • WpVote
    Votes 15
  • WpPart
    Parts 9
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 11m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 20, 2022
when the Doctor crashes into little Amelia's life he also meets Amelia's best friend Juniper, lets see how their life turns out, read how nothing is the same for the 2 girls. _____ if this story sounds so much like yours I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound so similar I was just bored and had an idea after watching one of my fav episodes of DW. also any DW fans out there, I love the actual show but like I said bored anyway, _____ "Doctor...." "Juniper...." "....you saved me Doctor not only from prisoner zero but from growing up without hope or something to live with. _______ "You're a good man Doctor and don't forget it" "I'm only good now because you're around June"
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Reset
  • How We Met
  • Falling For A Cowboy (NOW ON GALATEA)
  • Shooting Star // Eternalian Chronicles Book 1
  • Everything Has Changed
  • Broken Eyes (Doctor Who Fanfiction)
  • I'll see you in hell
  • Doctor Who, Who am I?
  • Watching Her 18+ (Her Series book four)
Reset

Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines