It bit at my mind, like a monster. It became me. It defined me. It was me. I could feel its deadly hunger, burning red in my eyes. Black spots filled my vision – filled my mind’s eye. Why wouldn’t they leave me be? They must know that insanity is the best medicine. The medicine, I know, is not a sleeping drug. I cry out from under my hospital bed.

“Sanity!” I open my eyes. The cloned ghosts in white coats around me, thinking I am desperate for a smart, clear mind.

“Sanity is the enemy of a soldier; with modern weapons and new ideas.” An incredible beast rises, deadly tendrils snaking across the floor. As I start to scream the words, they cut me off. The black spots in my vision grow larger, until the creature covers my vision. It is not a beast. It is a cruel but kind thing. Insanity. My one true friend. The one who never left me. The one who never grew apart.

By Elsa Garcia Tobin

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