A/N: Another plot bunny in my head. I am not sure where I'll get with this but I thought this was an 'interesting idea' and so I decided to write it. I hope you like the story. I don't own Doctor Who, but Mackenzie….well she's another story. Please R/R and tell me what you think.
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The Seer
From the diary of Mackenzie Dalton
My name is Mackenzie Dalton, but most of the time people call me Mack for short. And I am twenty years old. Now before you go thinking I am certifiably crazy. I want you to hear me out. I have had troubles ever since I was a kid. You see, I 'see' things. Now wait a minute. Don't shrug your shoulders and say I am mental or something, it's true. I have had this problem when I was a kid. Some might call it an overactive mind, or that I suffer from a nervous paranoia. And they might be right about that. I don't feel that I am always right about the things I 'see' but I still see them. It started when I was a girl, I'd see monsters in the shadows, things in the closet. Mum would tell me it was just my imagination and she turn on a nightlight for me or I'd end up in bed with her. But it only got worse as I got older. Random objects like trees, cars, rocks. I'd see things in them. Monsters or creepy things with leering eyes wanting to hurt me or others; but if I walked up to the object and touched it, it was just an ordinary everyday object. Now you can see how this affected me. I was a nervous wreck growing up. So nervous and terrified, I'd jump at just about everything. Not to mention, I didn't get too much sleep, or food, not to mention my social life was nonexistent. Who wants to hang around a girl that is basically the equivalent of Cole Sear from the Sixth Sense? Not that I can't blame them. I wouldn't want to hang around myself, if I had the choice. Course my mum took me to a shrink, and all he did was listen, give me pills and tell me that would help. But I always had that creepy, eerie feeling like I was being watched by something. Something was alive in those objects. Course the pills would help me sleep and feel better but then I'd get unnerved when I didn't 'see' anything at all. I was still certain that something was out to get me or out to get others. So here I am a twenty year old, nervous paranoid freak. Yea, I am entitled to call myself a freak. And my life, well it's not too great either. Figure it out; I have been in counseling more times than I can count. Not to mention, the times I have been in a hospital for my paranoia. But then I met someone, a man in a blue box and my life changed even more.