13th Doctor x reader

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You walked back to your room, taking deep breaths and trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't think about anything other than what Jason did to you. He'd never plagued your mind like this before. It was probably because this session with the doctor was so soon after he hurt you that the memories were too real, too fresh in your mind.

You sighed, shaking your head and trying to get him out of your mind. You knew the doctor was only trying to help but she could have at least waited a few days until you were ready. You couldn't even think about the fact that you managed to hold the doctor's hand. All you could think about was him. He needed to get out of your head before you did something stupid to force him out. Before you did something painful.

You made your way to your room and opened the door, walked in and locked the door behind you. You walked over to your bed and put the towel away, grabbing your nightie and heading to the bathroom to change.

While you were changing you saw the fading bruises on your stomach from Jason kicking you. You frowned and the images of that day again came back to you. You let out a shaky breath and brought your tremoring hand towards the bruises. You applied some pressure but immediately stopped when the pain shot through you. You gasped at the pain, pulling your hand away. He hurt you so much. All the time.

You didn't understand why you were reacting so badly this time round with the beating. It was nothing compared to what he would do sometimes. You were lucky he left you. He could have done so much worse, he has done before. And you were sure he was going to back in your house before he walked away, leaving you on the floor in pain.

You shook the images away, trying not to let him get to you. You remembered you had some healing cream left and went to the cabinet and pulled it out. You applied some on your fingers and slowly rubbed it over the bruises. You winced at the pain as you did this, trying to just apply the cream then leave them to heal and let the medicine to it's job.

You quickly dressed and walked out of the bathroom, putting your clothes away. You walked over to your bed and were about to lay down when your phone started ringing. You sighed, wondering who that could be. You walked over and picked it up, seeing that Charlie was calling you. You smiled, maybe he would be able to get your mind off everything.

"Hello" you said into the phone.

"(Y/n). It's Charlie, are you okay?" He asked urgently.

"Y..yeah? Why? What's wrong?" You asked.

You heard him breathe a sigh of relief from the other side.

"We got a call from the police a few weeks ago. Apparently there was a huge argument going on in your house. The neighbours called the police but..there was no one in your flat. We didn't call because, well...last time the police were called by the neighbours to yours, it turned out you were just having a good time with your girlfriend" you could practically hear his smirk and you groaned, rolling your eyes.

"Urgh, please don't remind me of that. It was so embarrassing. I told everyone about that as well. I'm so embarrassed" you groaned, face palming at the memory of the police walking in.

"Didn't they threaten to get you in handcuffs, but you were already in some?" He laughed at the other end.

"Stop it Charlie, that was so embarrassing" you complained, your face turning a deep shade of red.

He laughed some more , causing you to giggle as well.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. But seriously though, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Just...me and Jason has a little argument that's all. It's okay now though don't worry, we're fine" you lied to him.

You didn't want him finding out about Jason. No one had any idea, and you intended on keeping it that way. If Jason ever finds out you told anyone he'd have your head.

"Okay. Well, I was just making sure you were okay. And...don't use anymore handcuffs in bed if the police are stopping by" he joked, causing you to groan again.

"Stop it Charlie! Oh my god why the hell did I even tell you guys these things?!" You groaned.

"Okay, Sorry, I'll stop. Well, see ya then" he said.

"Yeah, see ya. Bye" you replied, switching off the phone.

You chuckled a little bit at the memory, shaking your head. God, that day will never leave you. You knew as soon as it happened you'd never stop being teased about it. Hopefully no one on the TARDIS will keep teasing you about that. Although you wouldn't put it past them.

You put your phone down and went over to your bed. You slipped under the covers and lay down, but as you did a groan escaped the back of your throat from your bruised abdomen. You sighed, trying not to think about what happened. There was a reason you wanted to stay on the TARDIS. You were safe here. Safer here than you ever would be at home.

You lay down and closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep. But as soon as you closed your eyes, all you could see were the images of Jason there. You shot your eyes open, swallowing hard. You sighed, tossing over and closing your eyes again. As you lay there the images and memories of him kept coming back to you.

You angrily sat up, resting your head against the wall. He'd never traumatised you so much before. Usually he'd give you some nightmares or whatever but now you couldn't even get to sleep.

You gritted your teeth, not letting him get the better of you. He couldn't do this to you. He wasn't even here, it was all just in your mind. You lay back down and forced your eyes shut and pushed the images away. You tried to ignore them and get to sleep. It was useless. Even without those images, you felt as though all the tiredness had been taken away from you.

You weren't sure how long you'd been laying in your bed trying to get to sleep for. You weren't sure how many times in your head you'd seen Jason beat you. You weren't sure how much you could take of it.

"Fuck this" you whispered, getting out of bed angrily.

You walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out one of the small bottles of alcohol. You opened it and practically chugged it, a groan of relief vibrating from the back of your throat as it burnt down.

You walked back over and carried on drinking, trying to get rid of Jason. He never stuck around in your head like this before. It was too much. Even the alcohol wasn't enough. You clenched your teeth in anger, slamming the bottle on the table and lifting up your mattress.

It lay there. Silver, small and sharp. You grabbed it and put the mattress back down, sitting on your bed. You held out your wrist, placing the knife just over it. Your breathing was heavy and the image of his face was stuck in your head. You couldn't take it anymore. Your hands were shaking.

You were about to drag the knife down into your skin when you realised what you were doing. You let out a sharp gasp and stopped yourself.

"What am I doing?" You whispered to yourself.

You shook your head and stood back up, lifting up the mattress, throwing your pocket knife back under. You knew a better way. You knew what could help.

You walked towards your door, opening it and started walking down the corridor. You frowned at the images in your head, trying to hurry and get to where you needed to be. You finally reached the right door and knocked softly.

"Missy?" You called from the door "can you let me in please?"