My Remember Journal
by theRegalBeagle
Disclaimer: My lack of a nice car proves I do not own Tin Man.
A/N: This is my first ever Tin Man fic!! Hurray!! Anyway, excuse the grammar and spelling.
These will all be entries to a journal that the oh-so-wonderful Glitch has to keep. Enjoy!
Monday
Morning –
Hi! My name's Glitch! Oh, that's right…this is a piece of paper. I can't talk to paper. Hey!! Maybe when I get my whole brain back I can create something that allows me to talk to paper! Then I wouldn't have to right everything down. I could just ask the paper nicely and POOF it's on the sheet.
Is there something already like that invented?
……I should ask DG about that. She would know. She's almost as smart as I was.
Why am I doing this again? Oh, yeah! Because the doctor said this would help me remember things better. He wants me to write down everything that happened in my day until I get my brain back. Until I am Ambrose again. He said it would help me remember and it would help stimulate some big word in my brain. He said it would help me remember. He said it would help me remember. He said – sorry. He also said to try and not do that.
I didn't like that doctor. He seemed too stuck up. Was I like that? I hope not. I don't think I want my brain back if I was as stuffy as he was. P
Tomorrow I am meeting with another doctor. This time about my surgery. I'm kind of scared, but the Queen and DG said they would be there. I feel better just thinking about it. I feel better just think – oops. I don't think the inside-your-head doctor will like me doing that again. The outside-your-head doctor is supposed to be a nice man though. He is a great friend of the Queen. I wish I could remember him. I wish I could remember anything.
I wonder how Cain is. He has a job in the palace now. I think he's in charge of all the new Tin Men recruits. Either that or the kitchen. It was one of those…I think.
Why would he be put in charge of the kitchen?! I didn't know he could cook. Hmm…I should get to know him some more. I have to go now. Breakfast is ready and DG got mad at me for forgetting breakfast all last week. I'll be back later to write some more.
Afternoon –
Wyatt got angry at me during breakfast. And lunch. And dinner…wait, I didn't have dinner yet did I? How would you know? You're paper. Of course you might remember more than I do.
I told a bad story in front of everyone. About Cain. And squirrels. And situations where one person is petting a squirrel and then another person comes up behind the first person and scared him, making him throw the squirrel at Cain's manly parts. Yeeeaaah. He was angry.
He got even angrier when I repeated it at lunch.
He shoved my face into my plate. I'm pretty sure my nose is bruised.
Tomorrow I am meeting with another doctor. This time about my surgery. I'm kind of scared, but the Queen and DG said they would be there. Hold one.
Oops! I checked back to this morning. I already said that. Maybe that one doctor is right and this will help me remember things better.
I really do hope so. I saw something that made me upset today. It was the Queen. She was crying.
She missed Ambrose.
I felt bad, so I told her, "I'm sorry I can't be like him. I'm sorry I can't be brainy and important." I love the Queen. Her smile always brightens my day. She hugged me and told me nothing was my fault, and said she was happy I was back in the palace.
Does that mean she cares about me still? I should ask the inside-you-head doctor. He would know. I have to go now; the princesses need help in the garden.
Night –
Raw is so nice! He reminded me about this journal. Good thing, because that stuffy doctor would hate me if he found out I forgot about something that was supposed to remind me to begin with.
Is that funny? …Ironic, right?
I kept my mouth shut during dinner. Wyatt looked so tired. He must be working so hard. I wonder how Jeb is. He was a nice guy.
Is crying contagious? Because I started crying today. I thought about the meeting tomorrow with the doctor, and suddenly I fell over crying. My eyes hurt so much right now! It was so embarrassing. I forgot where my room was, so I had to hide behind an armor suit. I think some maids saw me. I hope they don't catch the crying like I did.
I hate crying. It makes my stomach feel empty and like I am about to throw up at the same time. It burns my cheeks and makes me hug my knees. Don't let anyone read this…but I always feel like scratching my skin when I cry. I want to ask someone if it is okay before I do that. But that doctor will only yell at me.
But by tomorrow I will forget about what it feels like. Sometimes glitching makes things easier. Goodnight.
A/N: I hope you liked it! smiles sweetly Tomorrow I'm going to post the next chapter. I might decide to just do the morning, and then the afternoon and night in a new chapter. We'll see though!
I hope this wasn't too OOC. Enjoy the rest of your nightdaywhatever!!