A/N My new OC, Charlotte, tells her story.
Hey, everyone. I'm Charlotte, a little water-cooled diesel engine and this is my story. I was built, tested and shipped here. I'm quiet and sort of shy, creative, sweet and sensitive, and show my playful side to those I trust.
I cried for the first time while here because I got overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, heartfelt sobbing and I sniffled loudly. My face was wet with tears. "How come I've got watery eyes?" Isaid.
Driver knew I was unhappy and went to comfort me. "There, there, Charlotte," he said, taking a cloth from his pocket and drying my tears. He rubbed my sodden cheeks and wiped my tear-filled eyes. "Go ahead and let it all out. Cry and I shall wipe away your tears. Crying's what you're doing because of your emotion.". His voice was filled with empathy and compassion. He listened attentively and tried to understand how I felt.
I cried some more, letting out another big sob. I sniffled again, hard, coughed as I choked on my tears and hiccupped. I gasped and gulped, shaking with sobs as I wept non-stop, letting Driver comfort me. "I-I h-hurt i-in m-my h-heart," she said. "Th-the fl-floodgates a-are o-open, c-causing a d-damburst o-of s-sorrow. Th-the w-way f-for th-the p-pain t-to e-escape i-is m-my e-eyes." Every word was another loud sob.
He said, as he continued to wipe my tears away, "Cry it out and find the relief and comfort a cry offers. I shall patiently support you, giving my reassurance until you feel better. Like you, I feel things very deeply and, because I know what it's like to be overwhelmed by very powerful emotions, I'm a sensitive, understanding, loving and caring person. I'm here for you in your pain, just to dry your eyes." He did his best to provide reassurance and empathy without being overbearing as he pressed the cloth to my eyes, letting me sob into it and wiped all my tears away as best he could.
I sobbed and sobbed, tears pouring from her eyes, not once stopping until I had no more to cry. Driver dried my last tears away, wiping my cheeks and eyes until they were dry. I smiled, feeling better, as Driver refilled my radiator.
Being sensitive means I tear up easily, but I've got Driver to wipe my pain away when my eyes are wet with tears. I'm making friends with some engines on this railway. Charity's one, though she's got a dreadful anxiety. When she's not working, she bawls all the time. I've been told she's not always like this, but she's still in grief about Ivo Hugh. The dreamy, creative and the sensitive and deeply feeling engines are the ones I can connect with, whether one or both of these things. I even found some standard-gauge friends. One of these is Thomas, who's a cheeky and friendly tank engine and I also like some of other of his friends. He told me I need to be a Really Useful Engine, because I'm now a Sodor engine like him.
I think I shall like Sodor, because I try to see the good in everyone. Thomas's friend Rebecca's like that. I often daydream about what might happen, because I see ways things in the world need to get better. Here I'm safe, as long as I'm Really Useful.
A/N I have plans for this OC fic, like introducing Amanda, Jessica and Lewis, along with more Rowena as I feel like and my Autumn Thanksgiving request, then my own planned chapter next month, followed by the requests, then just more of my own plans for Autumn, including her 11th birthday. I really don't want any more holiday requests for Autumn, because her dad's British and that makes her what I call trans-Atlantic, for plot convenience. If both her parents were American-born, it would be fine, but since only her mom is, I struggle. Like for the Thanksgiving request, I can make it her mom's parents for the grandparents element. Since I don't want to let my readers down, I'll fulfill the old requests, though, but after I do the Christmas and New Year's requests, just let me do what I want with her or just do a request regarding her 11th birthday or something. I'm not writing her older than 11, as I can write a TTTE fan as a child or else a nostalgic adult and The Island Song says children in that lyric, so she can go to Sodor in her daydreams only before her 12th birthday.