Everybody always wonders, "Whatever happened to that boy? That tall, pale school boy. Why did he go mad? What went wrong?"
They wondered why I had become that way. Why I was a murderous animal. Why I had killed all of those people on that faithful night.
But the truth is, I haven't killed anyone..
It all started with beer.
A supply of beer was hidden in the woods by one of my friends. I was a "bad boy" I guess, and I just had to sneak out to find it. I realize now that that was the worst decision I have ever made in my life. That case of beer would be the reason that my life would come to an end.
I was in the woods. It was cold and dark and all I wanted to do was get the beer, and get out of there as fast as I could. But I got distracted. There was a sudden, bright, blinding light, and stupidly, I walked toward it. I regret everything that I did that night. I was walking towards my own destruction. It was suicide, I swear. Do you know what I found? A space ship. And inside contained a family. Not a normal family, definately not. I had been told that they were from space. Could you imagine? A family from outerspace.
At first, they seemed nice. They seemed to understand me. For a moment, I though that I had finally found somebody who actually cared. Nobody ever did. I was always alone. And upon meeting them, I though that things would get better. I thought that I had found myself a family. For the first time in my life, I had an actual family.
Oh, how wrong I was.
That stupid little family was using me. They needed me. No, actually, not me, my body. They needed my body. They were going to kill me, and use my body as a disguise.
I don't remember what happened for those brief moments after I realized what had been going on. The next thing I knew, I had no control over my body. And I had no control of my mind. Somebody elses thoughts were inside of my head. And these thoughts were filled with death and destrustion. Pain and suffering.
Hello, Baines, Jeremy Baines. My thoughts were speaking to me!
It was so strange. I felt...empty. It was like I was trapped inside my own mind. I couldn't move and I couldn't speak. My body had been taken over by this horrible person that I barely knew.
I tried to scream for help, but nothing happened. I tried to run but my legs wouldn't respond.
Oh, silly Baines, Jeremy Baines, do you not see? Do you not understand that you are finished? You are over and done with. You are no more.
I was afraid. So, so afraid. My body had been taken over by a maniac and I was trapped inside.
I heard laughing. He was laughing at me!
Who are you? What is going on? W-why are you laughing? I thought to myself, hoping that if I could hear his thoughts, he could hear mine.
He laughed. I am laughing because you are such a silly human. Ignorant and fearful. So very funny.
But what is wrong with me? I demanded. No matter how hard I tried to sound l\confident, he knew that I was frigthened. He knew all of my thoughts and feelings, and that is what scared me the most.
You are dead. He said simply. And that was the end of the conversation.
For the next few days, I saw horrors that no man should ever have to witness. People were dying all around me. My friends, my foes, everyone. And it was at that point that I realized how fragile life really was. I realized the wrong things that I had done. Unfortunately it was only now when I was dead that I saw the error of my ways.
In all actuallity, I wasn't really dead. But living the way I was, I might as well have been. It was torture. I was watching all of those people suffering and dying, and I couldn't even help. But what was even worse was hearing the Family's thoughts, and knowing what they were going to do next, and not being
The Family would talk about a Doctor. A "Time Lord", they called him. Apparantly, he was supposed to be some all-powerful god.
I hoped that if they were to find this so called Time Lord, he could help me. He could save me from this horrible prison.
Do not even think of that. My mind would say to me, Because the moment we find the Doctor, he will be devoured. His life shall be ours, and we will live forever.
I honestly hoped that he was wrong. But what did I know of the "Doctor"? My life was in the hands of a complete stranger.
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Oh my God. Mr. Smith, he is the Time Lord? He is the one that I am depending on?
The Time Lord had revealed himself. A teacher. He was my teacher.
Mr. Smith! I was screaming in my mind, Mr. Smith, please! Please! I'm in here!
He will not hear you.
MR. SMITH!! I tried to move. I tried with all of my might to move or speak, but I couldn't. Please, please, Mr. Smith. Doctor, please. I beg of you. Hear me!
Shut up pitiful human! I silenced myself immediatlly. Why didn't this almighty Time Lord know that I needed him? It was at this point that for the first time in my life, I wished that I could cry.
And then, the Family was defeated. Mr. Smith-I mean, the Doctor, punished each member in their own way.
My body was suspended in time, along with the families son, the one who took over my body. But I was still there. In fact, I still am. Alone, and stuck inside myself for eternity. I haven't seemed to age, so I don't believe that I will ever die. But I wish I would. Oh, how I wish for death to come. I pray that one day I will be released from this eternal prison. I hope that the Doctor will somehow realize that I am still here. Still alive dispite what the Family had told him. I wonder if everone else is trapped inside as well. All of the others who had there bodys stolen from them. Or if they really were truly dead like the family claimed they were.
I was alone. So alone. With not even the voice of my enemy to keep me company. Actually, every now and then, he who had taken over my body would speak. But he would speak only one word. The last word he thought before he was suspended in time. Just one word.
Please.
