Hi…Er….Dear Journal; I don't know how to begin this stupid thing. My doctor told me to do this because it could help with my memory or something like that. I wasn't really paying too much attention to what the bloke was saying, I feel….Guess I should explain more?

My name is Stuart Pot, not Tusspot like the dull nurse keeps on calling me. I just woke up from a year long coma. I don't remember a whole lot; the last thing I really really remember was being at work at my uncle's shop. I was behind the counter then a car came through the large plate window. It ran right over me, I remember a bit of shouting them some real creepy laughter. That's it until five days ago when I woke up. I woke up face down on the pavement and everything in my face and body hurt like a bitch. I felt real strange and confused like I'd just woken up from a binder or something like that. I stood up and there were all these drunk guys and birds looking at me and they looked real freaked out….Then I passed out again.

Next time I woke up I was here in this stupid hospital. My mom was here when I woke up she was crying and seemed a bit scared but happy that I was awake. Everybody was acting real strange like they were keeping something from me. The doctor told me I suffered three real bad head…Crap what word did he use, I don't know but I hurt my head really badly. He said I might be a bit dumb basically, I feel dumb. Not like I've ever been real smart, but now its like…I can't…It's hard to remember things and even writing right now I can't think of words I want to say or write down, it's giving me a migraine even right now.

The other thing I remember when I woke up and everyone was looking at me funny was this bloke in the corner of the room near the window. He was standing there like if he stood still enough and far away enough then maybe nobody would know he was even there. At first I thought maybe he wasn't even there. He had greasy black hair hanging in fringes down over his face almost completely covering his eyes, he had real weird eyes; one was brown and the other was a bright red a bit like blood….His nose looked all busted up like he'd lost a fight, his skin was dirty, hell all of him looked dirty. Even the black shirt he wore was dirty and the sleeves were ripped off…..He just stood there kinda staring at me and I tried not looking back cause he creeped me out a bit and I wasn't sure if anybody else could see him.

The doctor pulled me out of watching this guy who might not be there at all. He was talking on and on about my eyes and I couldn't get what he meant. He seemed like he didn't know how to tell me so finally he just handed me a mirror. There were cuts and bruises all over my face from where I'd slid face first against the pavement and both my eyes were….Are….I don't know they look like they were completely knocked outta my head. If I look close enough at them I can just BARELY make out a little bit of white, but mostly when I look close enough I see they aren't black and empty they are filled up with blood.

I cried for an hour straight when I saw my eyes. My mum and dad tried to comfort me and tell me it was alright and they still loved me no matter what I look like but I could tell that how I looked scared them. After a bit everyone left except for the mystery guy in the corner of the room.

He waited until everyone was gone to come over to me and sit down on the chair next to my bed. He leaned in real close to my face, tilted his head to the side as he looked at me. Almost like he was looking at a painting or something.

"Pretty"

That was the first word he had spoken, pretty. I didn't get it, I still don't, but I liked his voice it was rough. He leaned back in his chair after that and told me his name was Murdoc Niccals and he had been the one who put me in my coma then pulled me out of it. I guess he saved me then, when I thanked him he looked really confused. He told me I shouldn't be so upset about my eyes because they look fine to him, he told me he'd been to Hell and has seen way weirder things than me. I think he might be crazy, but he seems really cool.

He told me he'd come back and see me again today; he had some stuff to do. I think I'm gonna stop writing in here and sleep some.