Authors Note: This is the first draft and is raw at the moment - when I have completed all Parts I will start the editing process. (All critiques welcome) 

Lavinia put down her pen; she didn't want to write anymore, the more she wrote the closer she felt to her memories, visions of the life she believed she had lost, incarcerated in her mind and as she glanced at her bedroom walls covered with her drawings she knew it was time to stop, to give her heart a break before it was broken completely.

Lavinia had promised Doctor Charlton that she would post him the letter before each session, so she delicately placed her words into an envelope. 

She slipped the letter into her back, jeans pocket and as quietly as she could made her way downstairs. Of course, Anna's bat like hearing prevented Lavinia from getting further than the downstairs hallway without raising the alarm.

"Andy and Sam have phoned," said Anna her face stern she stared at Lavinia waiting for her response but Lavinia gave her nothing but a half smile.

"They're coming home in two weeks just for the weekend, to pick up the rest of their things. I want you to go with them, just for a visit, just take a look at their life...for me." Pleaded Anna.

Lavinia glanced over her shoulder and looked for George, but from the expression on his face, she knew she wouldn't get any help from him. 

Lavinia just nodded signaling that she would think about it and pushed past Anna and George and made her way to the front door attempting to escape further interrogation.

Anna opened her mouth and reached out as if to stopped her, but said nothing and stayed frozen to her spot, George later congratulated her for her self-control.

The brisk walk to Doctor Charlton's office made a refreshing change for Lavinia and although lost in her thoughts she enjoyed the feeling of the September winds on her face and as her mass of red hair tumbled around her in the breeze she pulled her hood up to hide it from her view.

It was just after six, and she planned on posting her letter through the door of his office and walking home, hoping that Anna and George would be satisfied by her nonanswer regarding Chichester prompting them to leave her alone for the rest of the evening. 

As she bent down and pulled the letter from her jeans pocket she heard a key turn in the wooden door and Doctor Charlton was stood in front of her looking scruffy, disheveled and handsome as ever.

"Oh, hello Lavinia, I'm glad to see you stick to your promises." Doctor Charlton smiled at Lavinia taking her back for a moment. He pushed his scruffy black hair away from his eyes smiling again, Lavinia couldn't help studying him more intensely than was perhaps appropriate. 

But seeing her therapist out of his office was like seeing a teacher out of school, you had to admit they were people too.

"Hello, Doctor Charlton." Lavinia was not ready to do the small talk thing, she wasn't a small talk kind of girl, she had prepared herself to dump the letter and leave, she had not prepared herself for chit chat to Doctor C about the weather and what they were having for dinner.

 She forced a smile on her face remembering that the Doc was a human who was in life thanks to Anna's near sketchbook bonfire, she couldn't be mean to this one.

"March please."Doctor Charlton beamed at her while he pushed his glasses away from his nose, something he seemed to do often Lavinia mused.

"I can't call you that." Lavinia laughed and choked in one spectaular movement. 

"Why?" Doctor Charlton raised his thick dark eyebrows.

"Because it's ridiculous," smirked Lavinia.

Doctor Charlton just smiled a soft, sweet smile back at her.

"My wife wouldn't call me March either," he said. Crossing his arms protectively. 

"Well, what did she call you?"

"Charlie, she called me Charlie" as he said the name it fell from his mouth like a bittersweet sting and he closed his eyes for a moment to revel in it.

"Then so will I," said Lavinia.

But before Doctor Charlton could refuse Lavinia she had somehow walked inside his office and was sitting down. Unaware of how this had happened he sat down opposite her and opened her letter. He read the pages intently as she played with the arm of the soft black chair she had seated herself in.

"What do you think?" Said Lavinia

"What's more important is what you think."

Charlie placed the handwritten pages on the table in front of him and laid them neatly in a pile.

"Anna and George want me to go to Chichester, visit Andy and Sam." said Lavinia doing her best to be nonchalant.

"Do you want to go?" Said Charlie he scratched his head and fumbled for his pencil. He was supposed to be finished for the day, out buying food, okay that was a lie, buying cigarettes and rum it's not like he really ate anymore. What was he doing here again with Lavinia Gregory? It wasn't just his imagination, Charlie mused to himself. Lavinia, she looks so much like her, the red hair, the green eyes...

"They want me to be just like them, the third piece of the puzzle, slotting in, a perfect fit, but I don't fit I far from fit." Said Lavinia

"So if you don't fit with your brother and sister, your triplet brother and sister where do you fit?" Said Charlie.

Charlie looked around on his desk for a pencil and paper, he had packed his things away at the end of the day and now couldn't find a thing to write with.

"But there not my brother and sister, just like Anna and George aren't my parents, Charlie haven't you been listening? I'm Lady Dolly Marxby, this body, this life is a mere shell of my existence it is what came before, my true life, that is what really matters." Said Lavinia

"Let me ask you something Lavinia," Charlie had quickly given up on the paper and pencil.

"What if we get infinite lives and, it is our duty to live them all to the best of our ability"

Lavinia pulled down her hood, Charlie took a sharp quick breath. 

"I don't believe that to be true, the older I got Charlie, the more I remembered. 

George said when I was very small just old enough to talk really and I would ask for my brother and sister Jimmy and Sarah, and of course Mama and Papa. When I was a little older I would chat about places I had never been and things I never saw.

 For Anna I suppose that was easy enough to dismiss, she could have seen it on television she would say. Then there were the more complicated things to explain, Anna and George told me I have never spoken with a Manchester accent, unlike Andy and Sam. 

The older I got the more I seemed to remember or, perhaps understand. I knew that I was remembering long distant memories and not something that happened last year or something I'd seen on t.v or on film. 

When I got to about fourteen that's when all the pieces began to fall together and I began to draw. Drawing my past life helped me keep it solid, when there were physical images in front of me I knew that what I was saying was true and not just a dream like Anna would have me believe. 

Now I'm older I don't need the drawings to keep the memories solid, they are so solid it hurts, they bleed out of my eyes and I see them as clearly as I can see you. I have two lives inside my head, the one I am living and the one I have lived and they are fighting each other every minute of every day.

 I wake up in the morning and the first thing I ask myself is who I am, and the answer is always the same. My name is Dolly and it is Lavinia who is the dream."

Charlie's face did not move, his eyes did not flicker and he focused on remaining professional.

"What happened at Fay's birthday?" said Charlie leaning slightly forward as the words escaped his lips.

He looked at the mysterious red haired creature and couldn't help but be consumed by her words, he knew in his heart that she had problems, deep rooted problems but for some unknown reason he had to hear the end of the story.

The posting schedule for The Girl Who Fell Out of The Ocean is Wednesday, and Sundays!  

The Girl Who Fell Out of the Ocean is Book 1 in The Ghostly Saga.