My body aches. I can feel the blood pounding underneath every single one if my 137 stitches. Pain medicine is flowing through me, and muddling my thoughts. The words are hard to summon right now.
I shall do the best I can.
Today was cool. I was able to leave my window open all day, and feel the soft breezes. That was enjoyable.
I laid in bed all day and read books. Father has already left for patrol. I am suspended from going until my arm fracture heals. It wasn't a bad fracture, and should heal quickly.
The medicine is making it very hard to think.
I had nightmares last night. Far too many of them for my taste. Every single one ended in me being tortured like I was the other night. Every single time I woke up crying. I hate the nightmares. Hate. The word seems wrapped in cotton as I think about it. Hate. I don't like this medicine. It makes it hard to think.
Titus stayed with me all day. He is a good dog. I am glad Father gave him to me.
I wish Grayson were here. He always keeps the nightmares away.
I'm so thirsty. My water glass is empty. I'm going to try to fill it up in the bathroom.
I fell on the way to the bathroom. It made me hurt even worse. But now I'm back in bed, and I'm not thirsty anymore. I feel sleepy. It's so hard to write.
Oh wait. One interesting fact about myself.
I have 232 books in my room.
That is all.
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The Diary of Damian Wayne
FanfictionThis is less of a story, and more of a first hand account of the life of Damian Wayne. This is his journal, as it is his story. It holds the highs and lows of his thoughts, as well as his daily whereabouts. There is no language or adult content, ju...
