At first, Jeff wasnīt found by anyone. It took two days of the week he had choosen to stay as a journal, two boring long days in which Jeff couldnīt do anything, not even sleep. But now his three year old cousin entered his room. Jeff had forgotten that she would stay over the weekend. What was worse was her habbit of drawing and doodling on everything paper she could get her hands on. She had ruined his homework a couple of times he had forgotten to put it away, had taken books from the shelf to draw into and so on. That was the reason all the books had been placed on higher shelfs, and his schoolbag was normaly hanging high up on his door.
"Oh no" Jeff thought, "what will happen if she draws on my pages, making me unreadable? Will that alter my memories? Please Susan, take anything but me." But as if she had heard him she turned to look over to the desk and saw his journal body laying there, within her reach. A simle spread over her face as she run up to the journal and took it with her, back to the living room were she had a set of pencils and crayons on the floor, with a couple of already drawn on pages around it. Then she starts to draw in him, various shapes and pictures in many colors. Jeff registered how things changed in his head, memories were altered to link the drawings to the memories, some even bleeding through to mix even more memories into the pictures. Details vanished when crossed by a line of drawing, leaving Jeff helpless watching his demise unknowingly.
When finally his brother John looked for his cousin and took the journal away from her she had already ruined it more than half with her drawings.
"What now? Jeff will be angry seeing this ruined, but it was his own fault to leave it within Susans reach. I can either let it be so maybe he can restore some of the pages, put it in the trash or try to bleach her drawings out. Or as it is already ruined I could just let Susan go on with drawing."
While John thought about it, Jeff just hoped he would put him back into his room so he could return later that week.
"I hope Jeff isnīt angry with me when I try to bleach this out, he can rewrite some parts and the others, well, it canīt be helped." His brother John said, walking over into the kitchen to get the bleach. At the same time Jeff was screaming in his head. "No, stop John. If you bleach the pages I wonīt remember anything anymore. Thats way worse than the drawings, with havenīt changed anything." But he went unheard.
John returned with the bleach and started to apply it to the journal page per page, leaving only the cover in his original state as Susan hadnīt drawn on it. Jeff lost his memories faster than someone could blink, not that he noticed the missing parts. Ten minutes later John had finished and Jeff was in a nearly blank state, only leaving the basics on the inside cover intact. He was then left to dry out in the sun, somewhere safe from Susan. Later John returned him to his room.
The rest of the week was boring again, nothing happened. When Jeff finally did return to his body there was one differencs to before on his body. His skin was white from the bleach, as well as his hair, leaving him look like a ghost. He didnīt notice, to fascinated by everything new around him.
The front page had covered basic infomation like his name, age, size and so on, but neither memories nor knowledge where there, so Jeff had effectively a newborn mind.