Shrinking Violet's POV
I couldn't believe my luck at first. Cos called a meeting to tell us that Brainy was coming back. We'd all missed him, especially me. I had so much to tell him! We got everything ready for him. There was even a welcome banner for him in the foyer. Alas, the happiness couldn't last.
Brainy hadn't come back by choice. Cos had gone to visit him, and determining that he wasn't well, literally made him come back. And it wasn't that he was sick, at least not for the most part. He was mentally sick. As in losing his MIND sick. I was really confused when he walked in. Aside from looking a little tired, he appeared to be fine. He appeared to be. Things are always what they seem. He insisted he wasn't crazy. But he was depressed. Anyone could see that.
Little did I know that he would only get worse.
Brainy's POV
Cosmic Boy came to my apartment two days ago. He somehow managed to get my address, and decided to visit me to see how I was doing. Upon his arrival, he immediately began to become concerned about my emotional state, and suggested that I return. I balked at very idea, but he refused to take no for an answer, and so here I am. It's as if he thinks I'm crazy or something.
Or something.
I'm not crazy. I'm guilty, is what I am. Of course, they keep telling me it isn't my fault. HE made me do it. However, it was my decision to let him access me-or rather, my mainframe-knowing there was a chance that he could take over. And that was a chance that he dutifully took advantage of. Now everyone seems so cool toward me, as if nothing was wrong. But deep down, I know that they don't trust me. They feel as though it could happen again. And because I am human, the chance is at least much lower. But I wonder if there is a chance. And if there is…
The truth is, I'm worried about myself. Not that I'm going crazy, but there has to be something wrong with me.
I'm not losing my mind, I don't know why they don't believe me…
They pretend to have forgiven me because I seem so down. But as soon as I show signs of healing, they'll all jump on me. I know it.
I can't stand it…having everyone stop talking every time I walk into a room…furtive glances from random teammates, as though I'm about to break down at any moment. Sometimes, I think I will…
I think I have a problem.
I need help.
But who's going to help me…
I'm so sorry. I have a chronic disability to finish a story before I publish a new one. Sorry again...