Now, I needed some time for myself halfway through the interview, so i asked to go to the bathroom, and they said it was fine.
I walked out of the stuffy room, and an ON-AIR sign was up, but it wasn't glowing, so I assumed they had stopped. I was dead wrong.
I was walking out to the patio and I saw... A VENDING MACHINE! It was the kind with gummies, and pretzels, and chips! It was right next to a soda machine. I grabbed $10 out of my pocket and bought 5 bags of jelly capsules (gummy worms but as jelly beans) and 3 Mello Yellos. I was walking around and you know, tripped and spilled the soda all over the ground. Eek. I decided to run like it had never happened.
I walked back into the recording/radio room and sat down.
"Excuse me Miss, but do you 'like' the Doctor?"
"No. He left me in the room for months, and I was stuck in there for days, without food, you think he is just the most magnificent person ever but you are dead wrong. I cant wait for the time when he comes back again. He never dies, and I cant describe how happy I will be when, he comes back, because I'll be there to fight with him, yell at him, and do what enemies do."
"Now, you speak of a room.... What kind of room?"
"A mental hospital, asylum if it makes you feel better."
The word just sent chills down my spine, and I almost lashed out, just saying it.
I started to choke on my words.
"I cant even remember the pain, but I was so hungry, and he would leave me for months, just starving. I couldn't move, he's not 'fantastic' or anything like that, he's the worst thing you will ever meet."
It was horrible talking about it.
I started to cry, and I ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me, I couldn't speak of it, it hurt me too much.
I fell down running out of the building, and a hand reached down for me. It was the face I wanted to see least, the one I hated, the one I could slap all day, and not feel any remorse.