The anxiety doesn't go away,

I had a flashback yesterday,

It has been three years since my life has changed,

Sometimes I'm still afraid,

She came into my life to save me from my depressing pain,

She will take it all away,

She will be trained to come and save the day when I'm lost in the trenches of my brain,

To guide me when I'm lost,

I wish you could pet her but she is no ordinary dog,

She is my lifeline for when I want to end it all,

So please respect the space of a service dog.

The explosions began to sing

Booming were their voices

Terrified I was, but I must be a patriot for them

To keep this war off of homeland soil is a duanting task

The skin on my arm is peeled back

A fixture placed on my broken leg

I feel a curtain cover my face

I'm unsure if I am dead but I welcome it

It is better than being here

The idea to purify something by murdering men, women, and children is something I do not understand. To gain power over a person just to destroy them. Either for land, political power, or to wipeout a group based on their nationality, ethics, race, or religion is the gravest of crimes a human can do.

I remember the day the ways of the world changed. I was being rushed to the emergency room for a migraine. When I was rolled into the hospital everything was in chaos.

People in the triage were in the same situation I was. The head splitting migraines had people screaming, hallucinating, and falling to the floor from seizures. Doctors and nurses ran around like mad men trying to help their patients.

I was left on a stretcher in the hallway from overcrowding. My stomach began to burn like fire. I look across from me and find a man staring at the floor. He begins to gag and wrench, clenthing his stomach, black tar like vomit falls to the floor.

Instanlty the hallway smells of death and the vomit begins to bubble. I stare in fear as the vomit begins to take the shape of a creature. On all fours like a animal the creature rises to its' feet. Tall with black scales for skin the creature shakes the black tar substance off and lets out a roar.

Before people could begin to panic the creature runs out the door. The urge to vomit hits me again but this time I throw up the same black tar substance. Suddenly my migraine is gone but another creature is forming on the floor in front of me.

Fear takes hold of me as more people are doing the same thing. Black vomit covered the floor of the emergency room with hideous creatures rising. A woman screams and the creatures react. Attacking anyone within reach the creatures began ripping people apart.

Springing from my bed I run out of the hospital. Outside I hear people screaming, cars crashing, and loud roars.

It has been three years since the day the world was flipped inside out. Everyday I manage to survive and move forward in this war, but it is not easy. Through time we learned that these creatures only come from people that were mentall ill. I was one of them. With Bipolar disorder and PTSD I was set free from my disease that day, but at a costly price. Now the demons that use to live in our minds walk the Earth with us, destroying and killing anyone that they can. One day they will be defeated, or at least I pray for such a thing.