It happened so suddenly. No one could have predicted it. Before this event happened, being a skeptic in a subject like aliens was a good thing. After the aliens arrived, being a skeptic was a bad thing. Now there was evidence of alien's existence. Alien skeptics were treated with suspicion, mocking, and even jail time in certain states. Skepticism was the first thing that had to go because of our alien "friends."


Skepticism was replaced with suspicion about the aliens. They claimed peace but we humans wanted proof. When they first arrived, I was working on a degree in Biology at our state college. I was interested in this arrival of aliens for purely scientific reasons and I also harbored my own suspicions. One too many alien movies didn't help things at all in this case. I couldn't recall one alien movie where the hidden motives of the alien benefitted human kind. But this is real life, not a fictional movie. It was the mindset I had to take when I first met them. It was the only way I could meet them without going completely insane. A few of the aliens died during their journey. The elder aliens allowed us to use their bodies for science. That pleased the Biology department at my college. It was the first thing they did that made us trust them and almost revere them.


The big thing that they did that caused a mass reverence and undying loyalty to the aliens was in medicine. The aliens had wisdom beyond our mere understanding. They were able to cure diseases such as cancer and AIDS. Nothing was too hard for our alien "friends." They even achieved peace in places that peace was considered impossible to achieve. We all loved our alien "friends." None of us had a problem turning on a friend or loved one that spoke bad about these "saints." You either loved the aliens or you were turned in by one of your own. I turned in quite a few close friends back then. I felt no guilt for it. I thought at the time how could anyone harbor resentment towards the beings who cured all of our illnesses? It wasn't understandable. It was as if they had a mental illness and that is how the few who still harbored suspicions about the aliens were treated. We also saw turning in our friends and loved ones as keeping the peace that the alien "friends" started.


Three years ago to this day all diseases were cured so we thought. Two years to this day peace treaties were signed across the world. And one year to this day the "plague" started. The plague was what the "alien" resenters were thought to have. All of them were taken out of thier mental hospitals or jails and sent to a remote place. None of us could visit or write. No communication on either side was allowed. I think deep down inside many of us started to suspect the aliens of something devious. None of us would voice our concerns aloud because we never knew who would turn us in. It got to the point people turned in others out of jealousy or to get rid of a potential rival for a job. Jobs were quite scarce now. There hadn't been a war in two years and all childhood diseases were gone. The riddance of diseases was once considered a blessing. But it also caused massive lay offs of doctors and all other health care professionals. Lawyers were no longer needed because the aliens decided on everything. There was no United States of America, Africa or any other continent; there was only Earth.


A year ago was when I graduated from college into a medical field that no longer existed. An outsiders view of our planet would say that this is a peaceful world with many advances in medicine and technology. An insider would think differently. A few weeks ago many who had lost jobs were finally put into different positions. Life had started getting back to normal. Employment was up, unemployment the lowest we had ever seen. The only unemployed were those who refused to work. People accused of the plague had trickled down to one to two accusations a month. With jobs on the rise the accusations ceased to be out of spite or jealousy. Everything was clam and peaceful again. The peace treaties were still enacted and the aliens were the rulers of the entire planet because of their intellect of course. Our mere human intellect was no match for any of them. They easily defeated any human candidate. It seemed for the best. After all they did cure all our diseases, enact world peace, and make it a place where lawyers weren't needed. I thought life couldn't get any better than this but I was wrong.


One day I went out with a close friend, a guy I assumed to be a close friend. We went out on a date to the movies. Everything went fine until one of the movie goers decided to do a song to praise our alien rulers. Everyone quickly joined in with myself as the exception. I wasn't in the mood for singing so I stayed back and watched. It was then that I realized how quickly one can be accused of having the plague. My lack of singing got the attention of my friend and our fellow movie-goers. They stopped singing and started pointing and shouting "Plague." Before I could even defend myself I was being arrested and put into a silver van. I was informed by the driver that I was be taking to the place where all the plague victims are kept. I had no idea what this place would be like. It took over six hours to get there. When I entered the place I knew exactly what it was. It was a slaughterhouse but with us humans as the animals put up for slaughter. Humans infected with the "plague" were kept in very small cells with barely enough room to lie down. I was led down the hall to a cell that just previously had an occupant.


Now that I'm trapped here looking back at things, I now wonder why I and so many others trusted the aliens so fully when we didn't know much about them. I didn't know what they ate. I didn't even know their names if they had one. I had always referred to them as "our alien friends." I don't think any of us really knew much about these aliens. The majority of us were all so trusting and so naive. They did a few things for us so we would consider questioning them a bad thing. But through it all there was always a small group that stayed suspicious and wondered the little things the rest were afraid to ask. The one thing they did let me keep in this slaughterhouse was my journal which I am writing in now. No one on the outside of this place will ever read it and they will never know what they're alien rulers are really like. Writing is the only thing I can do to keep my mind off of the day when I will become one of the alien's breakfast, lunch, dinner or perhaps snack. Writing is what keeps me sane.