The darkness was creeping into his veins again and he simply tried to shake it off. However, this was a familiar darkness and he knew that he would soon be engulfed in deadly madness if he did not take action.
It surrounded him like an impeding storm full of silent but kinetic energy. The weight of the shadows threatened to pull him into the crushing insanity and suffocating confusion. His deep breath seemed to give him a moments rest as he popped the little white pill with a shake of his hand. Soon he would feel the warm buzz of the medicine as he fumbled with the keys to his mind. He was locking himself into the safety chamber inside his brain, wait for the medicine warriors to chase off the shadows and ride the storm out.
His breath quickened to a rabbit's pace as he opened the door to the chamber and quickly closed it. The full weight of his psyche crashed into the giant soft cushion of his subconscious mind and the fluids in his body began the familiar swirl of protection kicked off by the foreign little pill.
Yet The powerful jaws of the disease would not give in without a fight. This was the way the game was played after all and he knew it. The chaotic mass soon clamped into the hard metallic exterior of the shell that the medication had created for him. Wicked sounds howled outside and pierced his ears and brain as the frenzied storm raged on.
Just because this had happened a million times before did not change the terror he felt as the familiar nausea of fear crept into this throat. His dilated eyes closed, however, and he began to calm his breath.
"This will soon pass" he spoke with an audible gasp.
A mantra that had escaped his lips many times before. Sometimes he could not feel the depth of belief but he said it anyway. Always waiting for the shell to buzz with the purple and blue light of the medicine.
His deep breathing soon began to throb with the calm yet powerful waves of medicine. The purple and blue beams of energy shot out of his body like super sonic jet engines boosting up and out. With a loud "hum" the healing energy split the madness in two as it surrounded it and began to snuff out its power source.
This part always made him drowsy and he had never actually witnessed the final moments of the madness dying. He knew that the sleep fairies would soon be upon him and he fumbled with them as the fight faded from his brain into a vague haze of clicking sounds and vibrations.
His reward was now upon him.
The sticky sweet freedom numbly cooled inside his brain as he scanned the horizon for other menacing shadows. Inside his brain, however, he was swimming laps and soaking up the watery liberation of his release from bondage.
His eyes shut and then there was nothing but a faint, white cursor blinking on the screen of his battle weary brain.
-By James R. Ure
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