As I stare into the depths of my mind, I can’t help but feel a lingering, heavy sense of shame. Specifically shame for what I did, thinking I was so right, that I was the sane one amongst them. When did this happen? When did I become such a… Monster? I remember something Dandy told me a while ago. I brushed it off at first. I didn’t like Dandy. He told me, “Don’t try to control something bigger than yourself, Vee.” He was referring to my game show. Or maybe the Dandy’s World show? My head hurts thinking about it. Two days later, Gardenview shut down. What was he trying to warn me about? Of course, I see so clearly what he meant now. He’s smarter than me, in a way, although he couldn’t even take his own advice. He’s the reason we’re in this mess, but I am too. As I rip such a delicate thing from Sprout, I stare at my hand, bewildered. Did I do this? Life is so delicate, so maybe that’s why it’s so precious. We don’t stop and think it about it often. I sure didn’t. Shelly didn’t either. Or maybe she did, but didn’t see the glitter and shine it had anymore. Either way, any way I tried to help was casting pearls before swine. I shouldn’t have gave up on helping. Why do I feel so scared? Scared of being forgotten, replaced, and thrown away? It’s such an innate fear, but my program doesn’t understand that. It only understands the ones and zeroes that run through my cold, black heart.
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