<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 sighed as she sat through another meeting. She didn't want to come to these....she didn't want to at all. But she had no choice, thanks to having a family wrought with mental illness. It was a very sore subject for her, and she tried to fight this at every turn. But she knew, deep down in her soul that these meetings were doing more good than anything else. Love or hate it, this was but one of several threads holding her sanity in check. Her doctor saw her attention fading for a bit and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"Kaelyn......you need to stop doing that." he said sternly.<br/><br/>"Stop what? This is stupid! I'm not crazy!" she said, though in the back of her mind she heard a little giggle and a soft whisper.<em>Kaelyn yes you are....you are and one day you'll be long to us. Just like your mother..</em>She shook her head, refusing to acknowledge the subtle whisper. Her doctor stared at her worriedly. "Is it happening again?"<br/><br/>"Wha....no. Just had some hair in my eye." she said, lying. Her doctor sighed and sat the clipboard down and leaned in. "Kaelyn you're a strong girl. The fact you are able to hold on like you are is impressive. But you have to accept my help. You need to acknowledge what's happening and try to work with me ok?"<br/><br/>"Fine whatever.....can I go now?" she said, standing up with her purse and slinging it over her neck as she held the strap. She wanted to go out and take pictures today, somehow that always soothed her more than these pointless doctor's visits. No shrink could really understand her anyway. None of them believed her about ghosts and the supernatural. They thought it was part of her psychosis. Maybe it was, but she knew she wasn't out of her mind. She'd seen too many things for it to be "just in her head."<br/><br/>Her doctor sighed and rubbed his temples. "Yes you can but I'm going to tell you to do something and I want you to do it. Alright?" he said, his tone a mix of pleading and commanding. Kaelyn's shoulders sagged as she sat back down for a second. "What do you want me to do?"<br/><br/>"You like to take photos don't you?"<br/>"Yeah....so?"<br/>"I want you to keep a photo diary. I want you to take your hobby and use it to help us in our sessions. I know you aren't big on talking about things, but your photographs always seem to speak more than you do. Can you do that for me?" he asked.<br/><br/>Kaelyn chewed her lip thoughtfully, mulling it over. She did love taking photographs and truth be told she'd be more apt to pull out a photo book than she would to start a conversation unless it was a topic that just got her fired up. Like, in this case, photography would. "Fine." she said, moving to stand. "Now can I go?"<br/><br/>"Yes you can. And you're next appointment has already been set up. I'll see you in three weeks?" he said, trying to smile a bit.<br/><br/>Kaelyn tried to smile back. "See you in three weeks." she said, walking out of her psychologist's office. Another meeting down, but she still had more. She  always felt upset at her family for "gifting" her with this possibility of losing her own mind. It wasn't fair....why did she have to have this too? She sighed, glad she had her camera with her as she waited at the nearby bus stop. She pulled out a book she'd purchased at a used book shop on local parks that were great for visiting and picture taking. Soon she heard the creaking of the bus as it pulled to a stop and she glumly got on board. At least it was close to the magic hour, so she could get a few good shots before she went home.<br/><br/>She took a seat close to the back, choosing to be away from people. Sometimes she sat closer but on days like this when she went for her weekly crazy check as she called it she often just wanted to be away from others. No one bothered her when she sat alone, but today she looked in the seat next to her. She saw what looked to be an old photo album or diary. She opened it up slowly, realizing it was indeed a diary filled with blank pages.<em>Who would have left this here...?</em>, she thought to herself, flipping through to look for a name.<br/><br/>There was none it would seem, and she flipped the book shut looking at the cover. It was a perfect shade of blue, matching her eyes. It was so strange but....it felt.....like it was hers. Like it was always hers. She swallowed hard. She wanted to leave it but she felt somehow that she'd already made a mistake simply by touching it.<br/><br/><em>It's just a diary....I can use it for photos. There's nothing weird about this, someone just left it.</em>, she thought to herself. She felt a little guilty, but it was perfect for putting small photos in. She could use this for her photo journal for her doctor's visits.<br/><br/><em>It's just a diary....it's not some creepy thing. It's just fine..</em>, she said to herself, soon calming down enough to slip the diary in her bag.