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It started out normal.  Like any sane person when they are sick.  I was cold, nauseas, shaky, all the normal symptoms.  But it was only the beginning.  It always seems that way at first.

I went into the office to see if I could get on the computer.  Mom was still on it.  She paid no attention to me walking in.

“Whatcha doin?” I asked.

“Checking my stuff.  What are you doing?” she responded.

“Feeling like crap.” I said.

“Well start cleaning the kitchen.” She said in an irritated tone.  I WAS supposed to be cleaning, but I felt bad.  Most people I know don’t clean kitchens when they feel bad.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” I said.

“Well not until you clean the kitchen.” Mom said.

“Somehow, I don’t think my stomach is gonna agree with you.” I called back as I went into the kitchen.  Dishes were stacked in miscellaneous places, trash littered the counter.

“Well then throw up and then clean some kitchen, then throw up and clean some kitchen!” Mom called back.

I sighed.  I no longer cared anymore.  A sudden wave of nausea washed over me and I ran to the bathroom.  You can guess what happened.  I need give no description.

When I came back out, I was shivering uncontrollably.  But I didn’t care.  A dark numbness fell over me like a blanket.  I silently went back into the kitchen and began doing dishes.

I began to stumble several times.  I found it difficult to keep my balance.  For a moment, I stood there with my eyes closed, merely because I felt like it.  Anger sparked up for no apparent reason.  I felt like smashing everything around me.  Demons urged me to do so.

A gave a small, inward laugh.  I had always found it funny when people did strange and violent things, and then said it was because voices in their heads told them to.  I had heard voices tell me to do things many times.  But I didn’t do any of them.  I always wondered why these people actually listened to those voices.

Horrific visions played before my eyes.  I had more urges and strange, random thoughts played in my head.  I lost myself.  I seemed to be someone else.  A totally different personality.

I found a bag with a banana in it that Mom had taken out of the fridge.  I went outside to put it in the compost can.  The night was clear and cold.  The nearly full moon hung in the starry sky.  It was beautiful.  But I could not enjoy it, for there were no positive emotions going on.

I put the banana in the compost can as my body shivered again.  I went back in the fence to the back door and Belvedere, my black lab, greeted me.  As I neared the door, a sudden wave of terror rushed through me.  I didn’t know why, but I went into the house as fast as I could.

I went back into the kitchen and suffered the demons once again.  I ignored them as usual.  I was used to them by now.  I wondered just how sad that was, that things that would scare most people were things I was used to.

The second time to the compost can with something was no easier.  I felt like I was being watched the whole time.  Then felt the same wave of terror as I was going back in the house.

Finally, the storm in my mind seemed to be over.  My thoughts were clear once again.  But something was telling me it was just the eye of the storm.  And my mind took that literally.

HELLHOUNDS!!! I suddenly got a vision of hellhounds all around outside.  A snarled inwardly.  Almost outward, but I caught myself.  That was when I realized it wasn’t real.  I had hallucinated.

I calmed down but then my face felt like a wind was blowing and dust was flying into my eyes.  I blinked frequently, but otherwise ignored it.  I wondered how much longer the torment would last.

After a few minutes, I had almost given up.  Inside my mind, a hurricane was tearing everything apart.  I huddled up in the debris and clung to someone I loved, the most resent person to show me kindness, in this case Dreyfus, to ride the storm out instead of constantly trying to resist it.

The noise from the dishwasher that had been going suddenly stopped and with it so did the wind from the hurricane.  I went outside to throw something away and my old self began coming back.  I managed to make the trip without feeling that terror.

By then I had forgotten most of what happened.  I finished the last bits of the kitchen.  A few more images flashed in my mind but they were brief.  A few more screams sounded in my head, but soon faded.  I no longer had any urges from the demons.

But I couldn’t help but wonder...how long until it happened again?  Whether my mind threw a tantrum or not, I was still sick.  The whole imaginary hurricane could easily come again.

Description
Chapter: Please Read The Description First So You Know What The Heck I’m Talking About

It started out normal.  Like any sane person when they are sick.  I was cold, nauseas, shaky, all the normal symptoms.  But it was only the beginning.  It always seems that way at first.

I went into the office to see if I could get on the computer.  Mom was still on it.  She paid no attention to me walking in.

“Whatcha doin?” I asked.

“Checking my stuff.  What are you doing?” she responded.

“Feeling like crap.” I said.

“Well start cleaning the kitchen.” She said in an irritated tone.  I WAS supposed to be cleaning, but I felt bad.  Most people I know don’t clean kitchens when they feel bad.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” I said.

“Well not until you clean the kitchen.” Mom said.

“Somehow, I don’t think my stomach is gonna agree with you.” I called back as I went into the kitchen.  Dishes were stacked in miscellaneous places, trash littered the counter.

“Well then throw up and then clean some kitchen, then throw up and clean some kitchen!” Mom called back.

I sighed.  I no longer cared anymore.  A sudden wave of nausea washed over me and I ran to the bathroom.  You can guess what happened.  I need give no description.

When I came back out, I was shivering uncontrollably.  But I didn’t care.  A dark numbness fell over me like a blanket.  I silently went back into the kitchen and began doing dishes.

I began to stumble several times.  I found it difficult to keep my balance.  For a moment, I stood there with my eyes closed, merely because I felt like it.  Anger sparked up for no apparent reason.  I felt like smashing everything around me.  Demons urged me to do so.

A gave a small, inward laugh.  I had always found it funny when people did strange and violent things, and then said it was because voices in their heads told them to.  I had heard voices tell me to do things many times.  But I didn’t do any of them.  I always wondered why these people actually listened to those voices.

Horrific visions played before my eyes.  I had more urges and strange, random thoughts played in my head.  I lost myself.  I seemed to be someone else.  A totally different personality.

I found a bag with a banana in it that Mom had taken out of the fridge.  I went outside to put it in the compost can.  The night was clear and cold.  The nearly full moon hung in the starry sky.  It was beautiful.  But I could not enjoy it, for there were no positive emotions going on.

I put the banana in the compost can as my body shivered again.  I went back in the fence to the back door and Belvedere, my black lab, greeted me.  As I neared the door, a sudden wave of terror rushed through me.  I didn’t know why, but I went into the house as fast as I could.

I went back into the kitchen and suffered the demons once again.  I ignored them as usual.  I was used to them by now.  I wondered just how sad that was, that things that would scare most people were things I was used to.

The second time to the compost can with something was no easier.  I felt like I was being watched the whole time.  Then felt the same wave of terror as I was going back in the house.

Finally, the storm in my mind seemed to be over.  My thoughts were clear once again.  But something was telling me it was just the eye of the storm.  And my mind took that literally.

HELLHOUNDS!!! I suddenly got a vision of hellhounds all around outside.  A snarled inwardly.  Almost outward, but I caught myself.  That was when I realized it wasn’t real.  I had hallucinated.

I calmed down but then my face felt like a wind was blowing and dust was flying into my eyes.  I blinked frequently, but otherwise ignored it.  I wondered how much longer the torment would last.

After a few minutes, I had almost given up.  Inside my mind, a hurricane was tearing everything apart.  I huddled up in the debris and clung to someone I loved, the most resent person to show me kindness, in this case Dreyfus, to ride the storm out instead of constantly trying to resist it.

The noise from the dishwasher that had been going suddenly stopped and with it so did the wind from the hurricane.  I went outside to throw something away and my old self began coming back.  I managed to make the trip without feeling that terror.

By then I had forgotten most of what happened.  I finished the last bits of the kitchen.  A few more images flashed in my mind but they were brief.  A few more screams sounded in my head, but soon faded.  I no longer had any urges from the demons.

But I couldn’t help but wonder...how long until it happened again?  Whether my mind threw a tantrum or not, I was still sick.  The whole imaginary hurricane could easily come again.