Attached By The Brain

George

My name is George, I'm 24. In reality, I don't know if any of this is actually happening. But I'm not sure if anything is "actually happening". I want to believe in them but at the same time, I don't believe in anything. I don't know if I'm real so there's no way of knowing if they're real.

I was made fun of a lot in year 4. I couldn't see colours like the other kids because of my colour-blindness. I used to have imaginary friends to keep me company since I couldn't get any real friends. Who's to say the same thing isn't happening right now? I could be making them up. I could be hearing imaginary typing while Marz is supposedly telling you all our life stories and how we got to this point.

But truthfully, I want to believe in them. And I trust them. I mean if they are imaginary, then at least we had fun together. I know that no matter what I do, I can't possibly know if they're real or not. So, I guess I'll settle for telling you about my life and what brought me here. I have a lot of anxiety. To the point where I needed therapy. I knew that most of the stuff I was scared of happening wouldn't actually happen, but what if it did? I was scared of zombie apocalypses, I was scared of illness, I was especially scared of global warming. But now, now that I have Marz and Clay, I feel so safe. I truly want to believe they're real. So I will. Until proven to be untrue, my brain boys are real.

The night I heard Marz was different. I felt so alone that night. I thought maybe this was it, I was finally going to die because I was left behind while the rest of earth went to the moon or something. But then I heard him. A single word. His voice was soft and feminine when I heard him first. Quiet and calming. Though he was sad. I couldn't understand why. Until I realized, he can't sleep. He can hear me back right now because he's not asleep when he should be. I noticed another voice in his head. One that was sure to be helpful. I'm not sure why I could tell he was safe but I just could. So I sang to him. I don't know why, but I felt like I had to. I felt like it was my duty to care for him. Which was when I heard Clay say "who are you and what are you doing in his head?"

While I felt slightly scared as he had a much deeper voice than both of us, I continued singing. Marz was finally asleep and I didn't want to disturb him. Once it was clear he wouldn't be waking up, I talked with Clay. His voice still deep, but now more kind as I explained who I am and what I'm doing. He laughed to himself. "I thought I was the only one."

As per his own request, I sang him to sleep as well. It was calm. It was comforting. It was comfortable.

A/n:
Hey! Chapter three!