Finding Robin

8.One of my least problematic days.

Robin

I wake up in my corner and start my day. I get up and go to the bathroom to change since I definitely don't want that on camera. As I get ready I start to notice my weak form. We need to fix this if I want to be myself again. I walk out the bathroom, ready for the day when I notice a plate of strange flat pancakes on my desk. Beside them is a note. "Tried a new recipe, hope you like Crepes!"-Wanda. I smile at the note and eye the delicious looking breakfast. I eat it up quickly, enjoying every bite of it. Then, I get along with my day. I decide to make a to-do list, just to keep myself semi-sane.

-Work out

-Read

-Re-arrange room

-Investigate the internet

-Attempt to learn more about my memories

Seems like I have my day full. I search my room and find a yoga mat and some weights. It was only a 30 min workout, but I'm drained. I lay out stretched on my floor, I believe it's one of the best ways to recover. I take the initiative to take a hot shower and wind down. It's about 10:30 when I get out and check workout off my to-do list. Now, I have to re-arrange the room I never really got to arrange in the first place. I make a mental plan of how I want the room to look and get to work. First, I move the bed. I push it into the corner where the two floor to ceiling windows meet. I move everything else accordingly and stop when I look at my door, or really the dresser barricading it. How did Wanda even get in? She probably used her telepathy. I walk over to it and start to move it. If I do go berserk, I don't think a dresser will prevent me from escaping. When I'm finally happy with the new layout, I get my laptop and sit at my desk. So, how are people so captivated by everything electronic?  I soon find out why when I go onto YouTube and find a series called Buzz Feed Unsolved. Since I have prohibited myself from hearing aids I have to use captions but that's all good. The show is udderly amazing, like you get scared or confused, but then Shane pops a funny joke and it's all better again. I wish that's what life was like for me. You know, something bad happens, but it's all fixed when something good happens. It makes me happy though that some people's only problems are strange occurrences or their annoying co-host. After about two hours of binge watching, my stomach starts to rumble. Did they forget to bring me food? I glance at the clock and it's 1:30. Maybe they just eat lunch late. Yeah, that has to be what's happening. I decide that I might as well try to make progress with my stupid brain.

I sit down criss-cross on the floor and close my eyes. Since I can't hear, it really strengthens my other senses. I can feel the vibrations in the floor, probably from the air conditioning unit for the level beneath me. I can also sense movement outside my door, I don't know what's happening there though. Neither do I care. I start to take deep breaths in and out. I start to feel something, some sort of connection. I am so close, but it's disrupted by a tapping on my shoulder. I jump back and my eye's dart open. It's just Bucky. Shoot, it's Bucky. You can hurt him! I hop to my feet and take a step back. His right arm has a couple bruises, but nothing too bad. Still I can't get the image of him lying unconscious out of my head. He points to his ear, asking if I can hear him and I shake my head.

"It wasn't your fault, you shouldn't be punishing yourself," he tells me. He puts his arm on my shoulder and I take a step back. He looks at me with a hurt expression.

"Why do you think I'm punishing myself?'' I ask. "And it was my fault, I should have tried harderto stop it, but I couldn't." His expression softens and he speaks again.

"Well, first of all, remember that we have cameras. Do you really think we will believe that you would choose to sleep on the floor, have a 98 degree shower, and lose your hearing. Second, I came here to help you stop it. Wanda also might come some times too," he tells me.