13 Novella 4
  • Reads 3,085
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  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 16m
  • Reads 3,085
  • Votes 185
  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 16m
Complete, First published Feb 05, 2021
Mature
Story synopsis: You've been happily living with your Tardis family for a while now, but things are getting intense. With unprecedented feelings for two amazing women, you are left balancing your mental health, relationships and so, so much running...

For this Novella to make sense, please ensure you have read Novellas 1, 2 and 3 for context.

As usual, these are your general Trigger Warnings, but I will provide more specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

TW// Suicide, self injury, mental illness, grief, violence/abuse (sexual and physical)

I'm having so much fun writing these books so I hope you're enjoying them as much as I am.

Of course, I do not own any of these characters, I choose to use them for creative and entertainment purposes only, all rights reserved to the BBC.

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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.