Fic: "Forgetting To Remember" pt 2/?
Look...a second chapter! I just can't stop putting glitch in these horrible situations.
I wanna go ahead and just say WHY I'm writing this one...The brain is a VERY delicate piece of equipment. I wholeheartidly believe that the act of taking out half of it's parts then trying to put them back together is like smashing up a clock then hoping it still runs when you put things where they should be. Whats to say he'd not be veggie...I don;t like the idea of veggies, so I decided to do a, what I call, "Memory Reboot" and then focus on how it affects him, his life and his friends.
P.S. please note that not once have I said he's permanently this way...we'll just see how it turns out yeah? I can tell you it won't be one of those pieces where he suddenly remembers EVERYTHING after he hears cain's name or voice, or is kissed the first time, or is taken to his lab...blah blah...realism...I love it...it's so chock full of emotion and stuff!!!!
ENJOY!
and please tell me if you like it or hate it or wish I'd burn it. It helps me. I swear.
Title: Forgetting To Remember
Chapter title: Empty
Rating: Still only PG (for now...mwahahahaa O_o)
Disclaimer: Not mine...only story idea...cause I can't stop torturing glitchie...I am sorry
Summary: The surgery was a succes, but upon waking they discover that Glitch has accquired a nice big case of amnesia. What will the others do to help him, and how will things change if it turns out that the memory loss may be permanant?
http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/257363.html
Chapter 2: Empty
It was an odd feeling this emptiness in his mind. He felt a little more comfortable with it then he knew he should be-like it was just a different chapter of the same book.
He found that when he tried to pull up memories or certain knowledge, he got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was standing in a rocking boat over a vast lake…had he ever ridden in a boat? How did he know what it felt like to be in one?...The shores of the lake were obscured with fog and smoke while the water itself was murky. He knew things were lurking just beyond his vision and just behind the veil of wispy fog. He knew there were rocks and creatures beneath the boat and trees beyond the mist-just like he knew the dark spaces of his mind held things like the names of people, his favorite color and food, who his parents were, where he was from, and other such seemingly unimportant things he had more than likely taken for granted at some point in his life.
He found that laying there on that ‘bed’ with nothing to occupy his thoughts made him extremely irritated and anxious when he first awoke. After a few splitting head aches from pushing himself to near unconsciousness by trying to mentally seek out his own lost memories, he found that just accepting what was happening left him felling better and less likely to start hyperventilating.
The doctor had told him that this was good…he made mention that a nervous breakdown could make things far worse. He even said something about a cat and gin…or was it tonic? Either way, he had no idea what the doctor was prattling on about.
It had only been a few days since he woke up, but each day dragged out into an eternity. The day he awoke, the day they told him the news was probably the worse. He had put on a brave face, still not sure what was going on or what had happened even after the doctor had explained.
There had been visitors. He remembers that. The visits were short and quick…the doctor seemed to know that he might not be as stable as he had once thought.
The first ones allowed in were a couple that just seemed to be made of higher-class stuff than what he felt like. He was sure there had been a mistake. They were kind and polite, asking him how he was and letting him know how happy they were he was alright. They had told him nothing of who he was though…and his silence told them he was uncomfortable…They might have been old friends, but now they were new strangers.
They left, and the next small group shuffled in.
The two girls were smiling even though their cheeks were tear stained. The first one hugged him and he was surrounded by a sudden wave of warmth. She felt much more familiar than the 2 previous visitors, though why he was unsure. The other girl seemed happy, but very distant. He was trying to work out why he felt the need to call out to her and tell her it wasn’t her fault (what’s not her fault? This?...), when he realized they had said their goodbyes and were giving him a light hug in turn with promises of visiting again real soon.
As soon as they were gone, he wanted them back even if he was feeling crummy.
A nurse shuffled in with a small cup of water and some pills. She made him take the giant pills and announced that he had one final group there to see him.
He felt much more prepared then he had for the first couple.
This last group consisted of some sort of feral and furry man, a rather stoic and stony-faced blonde, and a dog. The dog leapt from the furry man’s arms and landed nimbly on his bed where he rushed up and planted his cold nose upon a bewildered amnesia patient.
This last visit left him feeling exhausted and he his fuzzy brain could not supply why. The furry man had reached over and, saying not a single word, just laid a hand on his arm and smiled. The smile was returned and he felt a similar warmth rush through him like that of the previous girls. The stony man looked like a crumbling mountain and nearly shattered when he was asked who they all were.
No names had been given yet.
Was it the doctor’s orders? Did they not think he could handle such menial things?
But there was no answer from any of them. The tall man turned on his heel and left the room as quickly and quietly as he had entered. The furry man only sighed and, gently squeezing a pale shoulder, left to follow. The dog barked happily…the only noise besides his own voice since they arrived…and pressed a cold nose to his hand again before jumping off the bed and skittering through the cracked door.
With the door clicking shut behind them all, he felt the sudden anxious fluttering of his heart return, and took a deep and shuddering breath to try and calm himself. But the shaking continued despite his best efforts and unbidden, tears began to trickle down his cheeks. The faces of all his visitors swam into his mind’s eye and he tried so desperately to think of their names…to dredge up their pasts, their likes, their dislikes…anything…ANYTHING!
But he couldn’t.
The tears came harder and his breathing hitched as he drew his knees up to his chin.
It was an odd feeling…this emptiness….
I wanna go ahead and just say WHY I'm writing this one...The brain is a VERY delicate piece of equipment. I wholeheartidly believe that the act of taking out half of it's parts then trying to put them back together is like smashing up a clock then hoping it still runs when you put things where they should be. Whats to say he'd not be veggie...I don;t like the idea of veggies, so I decided to do a, what I call, "Memory Reboot" and then focus on how it affects him, his life and his friends.
P.S. please note that not once have I said he's permanently this way...we'll just see how it turns out yeah? I can tell you it won't be one of those pieces where he suddenly remembers EVERYTHING after he hears cain's name or voice, or is kissed the first time, or is taken to his lab...blah blah...realism...I love it...it's so chock full of emotion and stuff!!!!
ENJOY!
and please tell me if you like it or hate it or wish I'd burn it. It helps me. I swear.
Title: Forgetting To Remember
Chapter title: Empty
Rating: Still only PG (for now...mwahahahaa O_o)
Disclaimer: Not mine...only story idea...cause I can't stop torturing glitchie...I am sorry
Summary: The surgery was a succes, but upon waking they discover that Glitch has accquired a nice big case of amnesia. What will the others do to help him, and how will things change if it turns out that the memory loss may be permanant?
http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/257363.html
Chapter 2: Empty
It was an odd feeling this emptiness in his mind. He felt a little more comfortable with it then he knew he should be-like it was just a different chapter of the same book.
He found that when he tried to pull up memories or certain knowledge, he got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was standing in a rocking boat over a vast lake…had he ever ridden in a boat? How did he know what it felt like to be in one?...The shores of the lake were obscured with fog and smoke while the water itself was murky. He knew things were lurking just beyond his vision and just behind the veil of wispy fog. He knew there were rocks and creatures beneath the boat and trees beyond the mist-just like he knew the dark spaces of his mind held things like the names of people, his favorite color and food, who his parents were, where he was from, and other such seemingly unimportant things he had more than likely taken for granted at some point in his life.
He found that laying there on that ‘bed’ with nothing to occupy his thoughts made him extremely irritated and anxious when he first awoke. After a few splitting head aches from pushing himself to near unconsciousness by trying to mentally seek out his own lost memories, he found that just accepting what was happening left him felling better and less likely to start hyperventilating.
The doctor had told him that this was good…he made mention that a nervous breakdown could make things far worse. He even said something about a cat and gin…or was it tonic? Either way, he had no idea what the doctor was prattling on about.
It had only been a few days since he woke up, but each day dragged out into an eternity. The day he awoke, the day they told him the news was probably the worse. He had put on a brave face, still not sure what was going on or what had happened even after the doctor had explained.
There had been visitors. He remembers that. The visits were short and quick…the doctor seemed to know that he might not be as stable as he had once thought.
The first ones allowed in were a couple that just seemed to be made of higher-class stuff than what he felt like. He was sure there had been a mistake. They were kind and polite, asking him how he was and letting him know how happy they were he was alright. They had told him nothing of who he was though…and his silence told them he was uncomfortable…They might have been old friends, but now they were new strangers.
They left, and the next small group shuffled in.
The two girls were smiling even though their cheeks were tear stained. The first one hugged him and he was surrounded by a sudden wave of warmth. She felt much more familiar than the 2 previous visitors, though why he was unsure. The other girl seemed happy, but very distant. He was trying to work out why he felt the need to call out to her and tell her it wasn’t her fault (what’s not her fault? This?...), when he realized they had said their goodbyes and were giving him a light hug in turn with promises of visiting again real soon.
As soon as they were gone, he wanted them back even if he was feeling crummy.
A nurse shuffled in with a small cup of water and some pills. She made him take the giant pills and announced that he had one final group there to see him.
He felt much more prepared then he had for the first couple.
This last group consisted of some sort of feral and furry man, a rather stoic and stony-faced blonde, and a dog. The dog leapt from the furry man’s arms and landed nimbly on his bed where he rushed up and planted his cold nose upon a bewildered amnesia patient.
This last visit left him feeling exhausted and he his fuzzy brain could not supply why. The furry man had reached over and, saying not a single word, just laid a hand on his arm and smiled. The smile was returned and he felt a similar warmth rush through him like that of the previous girls. The stony man looked like a crumbling mountain and nearly shattered when he was asked who they all were.
No names had been given yet.
Was it the doctor’s orders? Did they not think he could handle such menial things?
But there was no answer from any of them. The tall man turned on his heel and left the room as quickly and quietly as he had entered. The furry man only sighed and, gently squeezing a pale shoulder, left to follow. The dog barked happily…the only noise besides his own voice since they arrived…and pressed a cold nose to his hand again before jumping off the bed and skittering through the cracked door.
With the door clicking shut behind them all, he felt the sudden anxious fluttering of his heart return, and took a deep and shuddering breath to try and calm himself. But the shaking continued despite his best efforts and unbidden, tears began to trickle down his cheeks. The faces of all his visitors swam into his mind’s eye and he tried so desperately to think of their names…to dredge up their pasts, their likes, their dislikes…anything…ANYTHING!
But he couldn’t.
The tears came harder and his breathing hitched as he drew his knees up to his chin.
It was an odd feeling…this emptiness….