My fanfic... Don't judge!

(Key: Ninth Doctor: Light Blue, Tenth Doctor: Blue, Eleventh Doctor: Green, Rose: Yellow, Donna: Orange, Martha: Brown, Amy: Red, Rory: Dark Red, Krystal: Purple, Crystal: Purple) This is fan fiction, not canon. Yes you may comment, but only encouraging, optimistic, helpful comments. No "This is terrible" or any of that, please.

Journal Entry One-
Dear Diary, today is probably the strangest day of my life. A man called "the doctor" visited me, saying that he felt sorry for me. He didn't say who he was or where he came from, or why he was sorry. When I asked him, he said that I'd figure out soon enough. Also, people have been disappearing. It's scary. Nowhere is safe. My best friend and twin sister Krystal has disappeared today. People are moving from here, as this place has so many people going away. Even I am starting to pack my bags. Maybe this doctor was saying he was sorry for my loss of my sister. Maybe he was saying sorry for all those people going. I'm not sure what to think of him. Anyway, Donna, Martha, and Sarah have left, so I probably am next. Who knows? I'm leaving tomorrow. I really hope that nothing really strange is happening, maybe it's just paranoia.

Probably somewhere else in a day or so, Crystal

Journal Entry Two-
Dear Diary, I have no clue where I am. I think I'm in some sort of cell. It's a perfect cube, with nothing in it. It's made of thick metal, but I probably couldn't break through it anyway. I only have you, diary, and these prisoner clothes. They are just black, no sleeves, and my pants are down to my knees. No pockets, no buttons, and no tags or anything. This cube room is white. There's not much I can do in here. Also, my hair is shoulder length. My hair is usual short because I donate my hair to cancer patients. My bruises and aches seem to be healed, and I feel refreshed. I don't feel tired or hungry or thristy, but I know I should. There's no way to tell time in here. It just is timeless. No sound, no lights. Oh, that's another thing. It should be pitch black but it's as light as a normal day. There are no windows or anything to tell where I am. The last thing I remember outside the box is falling asleep. Now I can't remember much except my name. Krystal is my name. I have no idea what's going on or why. I just know that I'll have to wait. And time doesn't seem to be flying by.

I want to read more. I don't know if you have more. Maybe you could try writing more. Very good and to the point. Well done!