<div class="floatright">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/ed0cf5a0-35ab-4899-b813-6b898008d3ee_zps058f17ca.jpg)</div><br/>Kaelyn's dreams were becoming more and more odd, more and more vivid the longer she was in the presence of her pretty blue diary/photo journal. It was getting loaded down with pictures but the more she filled it the more she felt like it was getting under her skin. She tried to express this to her psychologist but he told her she needed to stop thinking that way. She wanted to<em>stop</em>feeling that way, not continue.<br/><br/>Tonight, she was lying in her bed, curled up with a cup of hot tea nearby cooling as she was avidly looking through the pages. Once again she was finding pictures she didn't remember taking, places she'd never been appearing in black and white on the blank pages. She didn't always like taking color shots, there was something that was more beautiful to her when one saw various shades of grey, black and white than there was when an explosion of color was present.<br/><br/>She kept seeing images of a girl with long black hair in her dreams, and she could swear she saw the faint outline of a person in front of the ancient mansion in her photos. She was beginning to hate sleep, her nightmares feeling like they were trying to suck her in again. Her grasp on reality was really faint and she was fighting like a demon to hold on.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/><em>No....no stop it!</em>, she scowled, as the clicking sound of camera shutters began to fill her thoughts. With a groan of frustration she closed her book and threw it. She started to cry.<em>Damn you mom.....DAMN YOU!!</em>, she screamed inwardly. Her mother had gifted her with this damn craziness. She was doomed to experience a life of trying to just keep it together enough to function.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/><em>I'm not going to let this thing beat me.</em>, she thought, laying in her bed looking up.<em>I'm going to ignore it. I took enough caffeine to keep awake all night. I'll just look through a photo book.</em><br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/>She furrowed her brow, doing her best to ignore the subtle clicking, the noise growing louder and louder. Sleep was at the edge of her senses, clawing at her and demanding she cave in. She wasn't though, but soon her body began to do the very thing she'd been resisting. Slowly her eyes grew heavier, and she began to lean forward.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/>Her arms folded, and she rested her cheek against her arms over one of her favorite photo books.<em>Just a little sleep. I'll be ok.</em><br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/>Of course, when her eyes next open, she felt hard wood beneath her back. It was cold, and she could just tell. She felt it. She was not in her home, not even close. And she was definitely somewhere she didn't want to be.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>