Poetic Venom.

Everything's gonna be alright

It all happened so quick. One minute we're walking together on the sidewalk and the next a strange man walks up and grabs him. I didn't know what to do, but I acted on pure instinct. I couldn't let this man take my best friend away from me, and I wouldn't. He started to scream as loud as he possibly could and as did I. The man hit him. And then me. I fell to the hard concrete ground hitting my head. Wow, did it hurt. But I got up right away and ran to catch up with the man that had my best friend. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. And once I caught up to them both I clawed, I bit and I did everything in my will power to save my best friend. He released him. And then he took his anger out on me. He kicked me, he punched me. It really hurt. He then pulled out a shiny black thing. It was a gun. My best friend tried to take it away from the terrible man but the man took his aim, and fired. Everything went black. I don't remember much from there. But when I woke up I was in a hospital. I knew I was because I come here for regular checkups, but I hate it so much. I could hear my family talking along with my best friend. I couldn't make out a lot but I did hear "he got away." I felt weak, very weak. And that's when my family walked in through the door. They had been crying, I tried to tell them I was okay. I'm not hurt. I can't feel any pain. But they continued to cry anyways. Then my best friend came in. He'd been crying, too. He said to me, "You saved my life buddy. Thank you, I love you so much. I promise everything's gonna be alright. You're gonna be okay, you'll be safe away from all harm." He smiled at me and kissed my head. And then he walked out of the room crying like never before. Why was he leaving? I then heard nurses speaking "Can you believe that his dog saved him?" "It's a shame what's happening. But at least he will go as a hero, and he knows that he saved his best friend." They walked towards me, they looked sad. Oh no, they have a needle. No not another shot! Please, I'm not in pain, I promise! I hate shots! "Buddy. I'm sorry. You're a fighter but your last fight has approached and you saved a life from it." What is she talking about? She got closer to me and petted my head, and then she stuck the needle in my leg. Everything became hazy all of a sudden. I still don't know what's happening but I'm glad I saved my best friend. And like he said from now on everything's gonna be alright.

T.R.

A/N: Ok so I'm not even gonna lie, while I was typing this I got really emotional, especially having a dog that means the world to me. Hope you all liked this poem even thought it may hit home and if it does I'm sorry 😥 but thank you for reading.