A/N: This takes place in a more modern time, Also this story is completly fan base, none of the following happend in Letter bee and nothing like it probably will. enjoy...Oh, and the title is rubbish but It's a bit late and I kind of just wanna post it now.

Disclaimer: Tegami Bachi (Letter Bee) and its characters belong to Hiroyuki Asada. Rinny, Berserker, and anyone else you see that's not in Tegami Bachi belong to my boyfriend Henry and I.

Story info: Rinny is sent by her doctor to an institution meant to help patients suffering from phobias. Once there, Rinny and six others take turns going to mysterious chambers to confront their worst nightmares. When the patients emerge from the chamber, they feel emboldened by the previous night's experiences. But each person soon discovers strange aches and pains. What is really happening to the seven teens? What is really going on in this institute?

Chapter 1

Rinny Besting, S167
DR.. STEVENS
6.12.2010

"There are more like you. You're not the only one, Rinny." Dr, Stevens said as I came in the room.

"How do you mean, more like me?" I asked confused.

"You're not the only one who's afraid. Lots of people your age are afraid of things. The world can feel scary when you're seventeen. But for some people, like you, certain things are much scarier than they should be. You know this. We've talked about it. But you don't have to be alone; there are others like you."

"Why are you telling me this?" I don't know why but I was started to get nervous. I looked at my Dingo Berserker. He was a young boy but he had the appearance of a werewolf. I found him the day my biggest fears came to life… also known as the day of the flicker…

"I was looking at my notes before you came in today." Dr. Stevens continued. "We've been meeting a long time. Too long, Rinny. Do you trust me, Rinny? Really trust me?"

"I guess so. Sure." I shrugged.

"Then I'll tell you the truth. I can't help you. I want to, but I can't. And there are others like you, six to be exact. six others I can't help. six others who are afraid like you are afraid. And there's a place I want you all to go."

"You mean me and six others that I've never met before? How old are they?"

"the youngest are Lag and Sylvette, they are twelve. Then comes Zazie at fourteen, then Conner and Sunny at fifteen, and last but not least Jiggy and his seventeen like you."

"I don't want to go. You can't make me." I said like a stubborn two year old.

"Your foster parents want you to go. I've already asked them. I think they might be growing tired of our lack of progress. One hundred and sixty-seven sessions, Rinny. Over two years. Don't you see? I can't help you. But I think someone else can."

"Where's this place I'm not going to, and who are these people I won't be meeting when I don't get there?"

After that the screen on his phone lit up, and he glanced away from me as I watched. Dr. Stevens was a tall, fit man of about forty. he was blond, handsome and wore smart, rimmed glasses, all of which were a constant distraction. he had a crooked front tooth, which should have marred an otherwise beautiful face, but it was disarming and natural.

Excusing himself, he left the room, which was on the third floor of a converted row house that he shared with three other counselors. he left the door a few inches ajar; and I knew when his foot touched the fifth step down, because the stair creaked loudly enough for me to hear from inside the room. Far away, at the bottom of the stairs, I heard the soft sound of a door closing. he'd gone outside onto the front porch to call someone, or so it seemed. The quiet hum of voices drifted in from another room like a cat purring down a dark alley, and I got up from my chair.

We'd been meeting for so long, it was as if Dr. Stevens was my uncle or a much older brother. Sometimes he'd eat lunch while we met; other times he'd take a break and go to the bathroom or to the kitchen downstairs, leaving me to rummage through his things as I waited for the sound of the fifth step on the stairs.

he should have known better then to leave me alone. he shouldn't have scared me like he did. Looking through his things had become a bad habit, like shoplifting a newspaper you weren't even going to read and then finding you were taking something that wasn't yours every time you walked into a store. That's the way it is with secrets. They pile one on top of the other until it's like a house of cards that requires a lot of work to maintain.

It's been a long time since I took my first file from Dr. Stevens' office. If I was building a house of cards, I'd be on my second deck by now. Looking back, there are a few sessions that stick in my memory more completely than all the others.

SESSION NUMBER 12

I thought Dr. Stevens might be reading my future in the tea leaves at the bottom of his cup, but he was only thirsty for more caffeine, fuel for another half hour with Rinny Besting. A few keystrokes on his laptop and down the stairs he went, leaving me alone in the room for the first time. I got up from my chair, sat in his, and looked at the screen of his laptop.

his computer was locked, but that was easily undone. Dr. Stevens was careless in his keystrokes, a password much too short and too easy for searching eyes like mine. I could only catch his fingers on the first two strokes—c and the a—then the dart of his skinny index finger up to the keys above. he punched five or five more keys with speed and precision as I pretended to look out the window, my head turned one way and my eyes another.

The password had started with c-a and probably continued up there, on that top row, with his long white pointing finger: a t.

cat

I won't lie; it was a thrill from the start, sitting in his chair with my fingers flying over the keys, trying to unlock his secrets. Secrets about me. About his.

catplay. catonroof. cathairball. catcatcat. catfood

The fifth step creaked, and I flew back into my own chair, gripping the wooden arms as Dr. Stevens reentered the room from behind me, his cup filled once more.

A half hour later as we said our farewell, my eye caught a line of books sitting on a his self. There were five, but only one mattered: the one with a blue background and a cat on the front tipping its striped hat and smiling happily.

catinthehat

A password I would come to know all too well.

SESSION NUMBER 19

I found my own folder, filled with audio transcripts. I'd known he was recording all of our sessions—even consented to it—but somehow seeing them, all stacked up with dates on them, bothered me. It was as if he'd dug deep into my soul and yanked out the secret parts, then stored them like little coffins in a meat locker.

SESSION NUMBER 31

I kept a chain around my neck after that, from which a silver medallion hung loosely under my shirt. The medallion was oval shaped—as thick as three sticks of gum—and if I pushed the middle, it was something more useful. If pushed hard enough the lower half reveled a flash drive, with space enough on it for many, many audio files.

I touched the folder marked Rinny Besting, dragged it across the screen, and fed its contents into my medallion.

SESSION NUMBER 167

And so it was that whenever Dr. Stevens left the room with his phone in hand, I took something more, something I'd told myself I wouldn't touch.

I was in, my heart racing as it always did when I sat in his chair. I'd long since found my way around. I knew wise all the patient audio files were. I could have listened to them at my leisure while lying on my bed at home. But I hadn't done that, not ever. I'd only ever taken my own things, because I'd felt then as I do now that they belonged chiefly to me, not anyone else.

There had always been a certain folder I'd wanted to explore. It was a folder that enticed me like the smell of feshed cook bread from our kitchen, reaching all the way down the hall and into my room.

THE 7

All the others folders had patient names or dates or benign categories attached to them. But this one—THE 7—what did it mean? he was a doctor, so it had to be seven patients. But why these seven? And why put their information in a folder by themselves, apart from all the others?

What had he said to me? I can't help you. I want to, but I can't. And there are others like you, six to be exact. Six others I can't help. Six others who are afraid like you are afraid. And there's a place I want you all to go.

I carefully inserted it into the USB port. I simply dragged the folder over to the drive and watched as dozens of audio files copied into my possession.

I didn't have to open the folder to know what I would find inside. I'd find my own name there. There were six others, and there was me.

I was one of the 7...

A/N: Soooo what did you guys think of the first chapter? I bit to random? doesn't matter, it will start getting interesting once all the characters from Tegami Bachi show up. i promise :)