Tenth DoctorXReader

You reached up, your fingers scraping against the invisible surface that was the edge of your home.

Biting back a choking sob, you pushed your hand against the solid surface, looking up at the pasty white nothingness that was all around you.

Self-loathing began to appear deep within you. Why couldn't you just push harder? Why couldn't you be strong enough?

Why?

Your once (h/c) hair had been drained completely, leaving it a chalky white. Your skin now an ashen tone, the only bit of color left inside of you was in your eyes.

The (e/c) was slowly fading, along with your hope.

You looked down, defeated.

The words of someone rang out to you,

'I'll find you, just hold on.'

Those six words rang inside your head, beating in your mind like your heart in your chest, unstoppable, repeated.

You looked back up, and whispered to yourself,

"Doctor. . ."

The white nothingness was your only friend in this new world full of invisible surfaces and cramped spaces.

You could not stand, you could hardly kneel. You could not lay down, you could hardly lift an arm.

Each day the space got smaller. Each day, you lost more color. Each day your hope was robbed from you, piece by piece, and you were afraid of what would happen once you lost it completely.

"Doctor. . ." You spoke a bit louder, your voice hiccuping as you fought your tears.

You hadn't eaten in several weeks, not since you had gotten trapped in this translucent box. You were very weak, and very, very tired.

"Doctor. . ."

Your voice rose as you repeated the one word.

The more you spoke, the more hope began to spark within you, you could feel the nearly colorless orbs that were your eyes start to gleam and shine with color.

You looked down to see your skin slowly return to it's normal skin color, just barely.

"Doctor." You panted, the space becoming smaller.

"Doctor." You nearly shouted, your voice cracking.

"Doctor!"

---Time Skip---

---Doctor POV---


After searching for many weeks, he found the box you were trapped in. It took him a few tries, but soon the invisible box was unlocked.

Looking down, he saw the colorless form that was (y/n).

He leaned down, and began to stroke the young girls hair.

"(y/n). . ."

He closed his eyes, unable to cast his gaze on the lifeless form any longer.

After a few more minutes, he looked at the box. He had never come across anything like it before, and decided to name it.

'The Box of Invisible Hope.' He decided in his head, before looking back inside.

The box had taken your hope, your color, your everything, but the longer he looked, the more he noticed something,

Small parts of your hair held color. Your shoes held a light tone of (f/c), and your skin held onto what was left of the color it had been just a few months ago.

He knew he was too late, but he was slightly happy to know in the end, you had not lost all hope.