I was eight years old when my nineteen year old self died. It was August 10, 1995, around noon, when my mom and I were walking to the grocery store. I was walking a few feet behind my mom because I didn't really feel like going to the store. We started crossing the road, and then everything happened really fast. This car turned the corner going way too fast and a woman appeared and tried to push my mom out of the way, but she didn't make it. The car knocked me down and it hurt my ankle. I was really scared and I heard a man yelling "Rose! Rose!" over and over, getting closer and then I heard footsteps run right past me, and I was confused. Couldn't he see me lying on the ground? Then he was crying over the woman who tried to save my mom. He was saying "Why did you do that, Rose?" between sobs. When he decided that she didn't make it, I saw him checking my mom. He soon turned away from her, too, and I couldn't help my scream of terror. I cried out, trying to crawl to her. The man came to me last.

"Rose?" he asked me. I nodded. "She didn't make it," he told me. I nodded again. He looked around like he was checking to see if anyone was watching, and then he picked me up. I was scared, but my mom's death made me not want to talk. He carried me for a long time, and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, we were in a weird looking room full of buttons and levers. The man kept carrying me until we were in a bright white room. He laid me down on a bed.

"Is this the hospital?" I asked him quietly. The man shook his head. He told me this was the TARDIS. I didn't ask any more questions, even though I had lots to ask. What is a TARDIS? Why did your friend try to save my mom? How did you know what my name is? Who are you?

Who are you?

A/N: Here it is! If you've checked out my website (which you should, the link is on my profile), this idea has been floating around a little, and it's finally in words! It is supposed to sound choppy and immature, because eight year old Rose was writing it. Enjoy!