Last Tuesday, I posted the second part of my Doctor Who fanfiction about the Silence. Bree had stopped reading Karen’s diary entry, realizing she was being followed, too. I mentioned last week that Karen’s name was a reference to the actress who plays Amy Pond. Well, I snuck in another reference to the show in the date of the diary entry. April 23 is the date that “The Impossible Astronaut,” the episode that introduced the Silence, first aired. There’s another reference, as well, to a deleted scene from the last episode the Ponds were in. Anthony was the name of the son the Ponds adopted, and in my story, he’s Karen’s best friend. Also Kaz, Anthony’s nickname for Karen, is the same as Matt Smith’s (Eleventh Doctor) nickname for Karen Gillan (Amy Pond).
April 23, 1960
Where do I begin? After I finally felt safe enough to come out last night, I went downstairs and saw my parents had come home. They didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong. I didn’t sleep much last night and could barely drag myself out of bed for school. I was terrified of walking to school all alone, where that shadow could find me and follow me there, too. I forced myself to do it, though. Some parts of it are very clear in my mind. My pounding heart, my feet hammering against the concrete, fearful of something, but not knowing of what. Most of that walk, however, is just gone, giant blank gaps in my memory. I do remember running into school, stopping by the door, out of breath, trying to remember why I was running and why I was so scared …
I forced myself to breathe normally as I stepped inside the school, pushing past the other students chatting by their lockers. “Anthony!” I called to a brown haired boy putting his extra books in his locker. He turned, hearing my shout, and gave me a wave. I scooted past a group of chattering girls to join Anthony.
He shut his locker door, locked it, and leaned against it. “Hello, Kaz.”
“Kaz” is the nickname he gave me years ago that he uses to drive me crazy. However, I wasn’t in the mood to play games today.
“Anthony, I need to talk to you. I need your help.”
The smile faded on Anthony’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something following me,” I told him in a low whisper, clutching at his arm. “I saw a shadow yesterday while I was walking home. I know it followed me. And the mirror. I saw something in the mirror, but I can’t remember what it was.” The words spilled out of my mouth, one on top of another.
Anthony didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you sure?” he said slowly.
I nodded. “I know you must think I’m crazy.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Anthony reassured. “Are you doing anything this afternoon?”
Confused, I shook my head. “I don’t think so, why?”
“I think you need to talk to my parents.” The bell cut our conversation off, and we hurried to our class. I slipped into the seat in front of his, and I felt something poke my arm. I looked down to see a folded paper. I grabbed it, unfolded it, and read the note to myself. “Meet me at my house after school. We’ll talk to my parents there.” Tucking the paper into my pocket, I felt like I could relax, at least a little bit.
I sat through school as best I could, jittery and nervous. When that last bell sounded, I was the first one out the door. I waited outside until Anthony walked up.
“You coming?” he asked, taking my books from me.
“Thanks,” I said as we walked along the street.
“Look, what my parents are going to tell you isn’t going to sound normal. You’re probably not even going to believe them,” Anthony warned.
“At this point, Anthony, I’ll believe anything,” I assured him.
I must have zoned out, because the next thing I remember was passing shop windows and being half-way to Anthony’s house.
“Quick walk,” I commented.
Anthony shrugged, not saying anything.
My eyes rested on the black marks on the back of his hand. “Hey, what’s on your hand?”
Anthony looked down. “It’s noth-” he stopped, staring at the black lines that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
“Karen,” he said slowly.
“Yes?” I asked, wondering why he sounded so nervous.
“Run,” he whispered, grabbing my hand.
Thanks for reading! Part 4 next week.