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Today I met the Doctor. Well, I say met: spoke to, heard, he didn't give me a second to reply. Mum used to tell me stories about her time travelling with the Doctor, and how the danger and adventure surrounding him blew her away.

I was 12 when she left, when the Doctor turned up and whisked her away. It wasn't the first time she'd travelled with him; Dad left when I was 5, and the Doctor rocked up months later, during an invasion of metal men or Cybermen Mum called them. Well, I say Mum, that's what the Doctor had told her. I've never properly met the Doctor, because Mum shoved me off to my Nan's, whilst she ran off with him to save the world. I remember hating her for that, leaving me with Nan, whilst she ran off with a madman with a box. I screamed my lungs out when she left, apparently, and hammered at the walls with my fists until my Nan managed to wrestle her arms around my shoulders and restrain my hands.

That day I broke 7 bones in my knuckles, but didn't feel any pain, because I was like a grenade about to explode; obliterating  everything in my wake. The anger is still evidence on my forever scarred and swollen hands. After finally returning with the Doctor, I vaguely remember the explosion of guilt that blew up on my Mum's face as she first caught sight of my battered knuckles.

I vividly remember the Doctor, a middle aged man, with eyes that had lived a life time. He stared at me in silence, yet I heard his voice promise,
'Your Mum will be safe, she has my full protection.'
My Mum apologised, and left before another word could be said.

They never came back.

Back to today: I'd just left work, when I felt my mobile vibrate in my pocket. The number was unfamiliar, but I answered it anyway, in the hope it was Mum.

'Sophia'

A man's voice spoke.

'I'm so sorry... I broke my promise.'

At first I was confused, but then I understood.

'Doctor?' I questioned.

'I'm sorry.' He replied and the line went dead.

I choked on my breath and was blinded blinded by tears. Mum is gone and she's never coming back, and the Doctor BROKE HIS PROMISE! HE DIDN'T KEEP HER SAFE AND I KNOW SHE'S DEAD, I COULD TELL FROM HIS VOICE!

I HATE him! I HATE the Doctor! My MUM IS DEAD and all could come up with was I'M SORRY!!

Anger and despair overwhelmed me and I collapsed to the floor, but was caught by gentle arms. I felt the wanted of a man's body surround me, and cradle me as I wailed in pain. The man pulled me close and rested my limp head against his chest. I felt like a little girl who was embraced in her father's arms, after falling over and grazing her knee: something I don't ever remember experiencing. As I attempted to compose myself, I lifted my chin and glared at the Doctor's face.

'You' I said with a tone of anger. I scowled at him, as he stared at me in silence.

Forcibly, I shoved his arms away from me and pushed him to the floor. A pained expression grew on his face, but I felt no guilt. I turned my back and stormed out the Tardis, slamming the door in anger.

That man repulses me and I NEVER want to see his face on Earth again!