Chapter 9

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Jack punches the doctor in the face.

"Jack!" I yell at him, but he keeps on oushing the doctor down and punching. "JACK STOP." I yell, but the others don't do anything.

"I really think you should stop Jack." Ianto says, but not doing anything to stop it.

"STOP IT JACK JUST STOP!!!" I yell. Jack just continues to punch him. I realize what I have to do. I grab Gwen's gun. "Nonono don't!" They yell as I pull the trigger, and a bullet goes through Jack. The doctor just looks at me, as I realize what I have done. I drop the gun and run for the Tardis just as Tosh puts a hand on my shoulder. I sit in the Tardis and cry my eyes out, letting the tears fall down. I cry to much, but why do I cry? I'm weak, I'm useless, I should just kill myself. But I can't, it's all because I'm not human. Why am I me, why do I deserve to live when I just killed a man, just so he would stop punching someone. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see the doctor.

"He's not dead." The doctor says.

"Yes of course I know that but, I just killed a man for peace." I say. "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND MY PAIN!" I yell, then cry again. "Why." I whisper. "Why!"

I wake up. I bolt upward to realize it was only a dream, again. Ugh, I hate these weird dreams, they are starting to make my head hurt. Today is my birthday, I'm turning 17. Ugh, I hate this, the whole aging thing. I get up and get dressed in my black pants, a white button up, and my flower print vest. I brush out my hair a bit, then walk into the kitchen to see my dad.

"Hey Jack." I say.

"Why do you call me Jack?" He asks.

"Just do." I reply, before stuffing a poptart in my face. "Where's Ianto?" I ask with poptart still in my mouth.

"He already went to work." Jack says, sipping his coffee. "I just wanted to say happy birthday."

"Thank you for congratulating me for getting closer to death." I say with an evil and sarcastic smile, then return back to the fridge.

"Haha, very funny." Jack says. "I'm gonna go."

"Kk, see ya." I say, starting to make tea. I think about something. "Hey dad?" I say before he walks out the door.

"Yeah?" He yells back. I walk into the front room where he is.

"Where do you work?" I ask.

"I work at-" he starts, but his watch beeps. "Got to go." He says, and he rushes out the door. Why have I never asked him? Hm, that's strange.

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