Disclaimer: I do not own Legion of Superheroes.

I was lying in bed, that night, thinking about life, when I happened to think about family. Suddenly something came back to me-I remembered playing catch with him one day. I had stopped paying attention to the ball to look at something, and the ball hit me in the eye. Of course, I rolled on the ground moaning, and Dad actually came to look and see if I was okay. It was a few weeks before the experiments started. It was the last time I ever felt like he loved me. I sighed. He hadn't even been sentenced yet, and I was already feeling messed up and sorry.

And speaking of the trial…

Only I had to be there. But that was what bothered me. I kept wondering if I was going to do something stupid, like tackle him while I witnessed, or burst into tears, or just totally lose it altogether. I didn't really want to go anymore. At moment I thought of asking someone to come with me. But the trial was tomorrow, and everyone else was asleep. I guess you can call me nocturnal. But it was really late to be up, even for me, because I'm usually snoring by 12:30 am.

It was now 2:45 am.

It wasn't that I didn't want to sleep. I was so tired I was about to die. But I felt horrible. Somehow I kept thinking it was my fault, I wasn't good enough for him, and he had to improve on me. This was when I decided to turn to my trusty source of comfort-chocolate.

I knew I shouldn't. Part of my canine DNA forbade me to eat the stuff. It didn't kill me-my human DNA got in the way of that-but it still made me really sick. But I was willing to feel like crap so I could stop feeling like crap. I have a drawer on my nightstand that's full of the stuff. Usually I give it away. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I pulled out a handful and gorged.

I will spare you the gruesome details of what followed.

I was sick as, well, a dog. I puked until I couldn't move. I don't even know if anyone visited me or not. I felt light-headed and dizzy…

And the next morning, I woke up on the bathroom floor, with Bouncy standing over me. He was shaking his head. My immediate response was to throw up again. He sighed. "Best time to make yourself sick, after midnight." Then he left. I got washed up and put on fresh clothes. Bouncy came and got me, and I followed him out.

And again, as I sat in the seat waiting to take off, I wondered…

Why?