“Cheer up my bro-ther! Live in the sun-shine!” The girl’s sing song voice carried throughout the dirty slum, catching the attention of a few rag-clothed people; whom immediately stood with a smile on their faces and went about their merry way, singing.
The girl watched them go, her eyes full of love, before returning to look once more at the boy before her. He was clad in all black, green eyes and black hair long and straight, sitting with his knees pulled close to his chin. His lean figure was shielded in a black shadow still. She sighed and plopped down in front of him, her golden hair gracefully following her and resting on her shoulders, she patted down her fluffy pink dress and scooted closer, close enough to be across from him, but far enough from the evil venomous cloud. “Heed my song! I will save you from this misery!” she sang, coaxing him. His eye darted up for a split second, but he ignored her as if she didn’t exist; someone had taught him to stay away from her.
She moved onto her hands and knees and sang louder at him, “One sip is all it takes! To be happy forever! And ever! And ever I saaaaaay!” she hopped up, a golden cup full of the bottom half of her hair, in her right hand as she twirled around and around.
She really does look happy…
She saw an opening and smiled eyes wide. She leaned over, his cloud was thickening… she called one of his friends over, whispering something into his ear and handing him a few drops of the liquid in the cup.
The friend took one drop in his own mouth, a look of satisfaction immediately coming to rest on his face. He walked over to his friend and sat beside him, talking softly and offering him the other drop.
“She is happiness man, she will solve all of your problems, and you just have to accept it. Let go of this depression, just take it.”
He opened his friends hand and closed it around the drop, now in a small bottle, before the girl made him gradually disappear.
The boy reluctantly took the bottle, opened it, hesitated…and ingested the contents.
Immediately he was surrounded by a field of flowers, his problems seemingly long behind—in another world even! He felt no pain or sadness, the food was great and the flowers bloomed delicious smells-and it was all thanks to the girl twirling around, her soft voice echoing throughout the field, her elegant purple dress and needle like heels doing little to hinder her as she chased butterfly’s and drank from a golden cup.
He called to her, chasing her. She wouldn’t turn around and kept out of his reach.
Who is she! I must know! I NEED more of those drops!
He chased her, nothing could get in his way! He ran over people, their faces were familier, family? Friend’s maybe? Didn’t matter, he just had to get more of those drops; he just HAD to know who she was. Something wasn’t right, but it didn’t matter.
Finally, long after he had made the decision to quit everything to pursue her, long after he had lost all friends, long after he had been in an accident, he caught her.
Running as fast as his legs could go, he reached out, his fingers encircling her slender elbow.
Who are you? What is your name? I must know! Please! Just tell me that your name is happiness!
She paused, then sang; “Yes, of course I am. Can’t you see my golden hair; can’t you see everything I have done for you? Why do you ask such a thing?”
Do you not have a name?
She turned, the luscious field disappearing, replaced by a purple and black sky, black grass and graves—graves everywhere. She looked at the now changed boy in front of her, with his balding head, his shrunken in cheeks, his deformed face and bugging eyes. A grin spread from ear to ear and her beautiful features disappeared. Her face became a mirror to the boy’s own.
“I,” she looked over to her left, to the woman she had been disguised as, to Joy, obviously readying for battle over this lost soul in front of her. A pity, he would never accept true happiness now, she turned back and finished, “am heroin”
Now, obviously you can find true happiness after drug addiction, but I wanted to put the point of view of heroin.
I also wasn’t sure what drug to use as her name, but I settled with heroin, hence the “needle-like” heels.
The girl watched them go, her eyes full of love, before returning to look once more at the boy before her. He was clad in all black, green eyes and black hair long and straight, sitting with his knees pulled close to his chin. His lean figure was shielded in a black shadow still. She sighed and plopped down in front of him, her golden hair gracefully following her and resting on her shoulders, she patted down her fluffy pink dress and scooted closer, close enough to be across from him, but far enough from the evil venomous cloud. “Heed my song! I will save you from this misery!” she sang, coaxing him. His eye darted up for a split second, but he ignored her as if she didn’t exist; someone had taught him to stay away from her.
She moved onto her hands and knees and sang louder at him, “One sip is all it takes! To be happy forever! And ever! And ever I saaaaaay!” she hopped up, a golden cup full of the bottom half of her hair, in her right hand as she twirled around and around.
She really does look happy…
She saw an opening and smiled eyes wide. She leaned over, his cloud was thickening… she called one of his friends over, whispering something into his ear and handing him a few drops of the liquid in the cup.
The friend took one drop in his own mouth, a look of satisfaction immediately coming to rest on his face. He walked over to his friend and sat beside him, talking softly and offering him the other drop.
“She is happiness man, she will solve all of your problems, and you just have to accept it. Let go of this depression, just take it.”
He opened his friends hand and closed it around the drop, now in a small bottle, before the girl made him gradually disappear.
The boy reluctantly took the bottle, opened it, hesitated…and ingested the contents.
Immediately he was surrounded by a field of flowers, his problems seemingly long behind—in another world even! He felt no pain or sadness, the food was great and the flowers bloomed delicious smells-and it was all thanks to the girl twirling around, her soft voice echoing throughout the field, her elegant purple dress and needle like heels doing little to hinder her as she chased butterfly’s and drank from a golden cup.
He called to her, chasing her. She wouldn’t turn around and kept out of his reach.
Who is she! I must know! I NEED more of those drops!
He chased her, nothing could get in his way! He ran over people, their faces were familier, family? Friend’s maybe? Didn’t matter, he just had to get more of those drops; he just HAD to know who she was. Something wasn’t right, but it didn’t matter.
Finally, long after he had made the decision to quit everything to pursue her, long after he had lost all friends, long after he had been in an accident, he caught her.
Running as fast as his legs could go, he reached out, his fingers encircling her slender elbow.
Who are you? What is your name? I must know! Please! Just tell me that your name is happiness!
She paused, then sang; “Yes, of course I am. Can’t you see my golden hair; can’t you see everything I have done for you? Why do you ask such a thing?”
Do you not have a name?
She turned, the luscious field disappearing, replaced by a purple and black sky, black grass and graves—graves everywhere. She looked at the now changed boy in front of her, with his balding head, his shrunken in cheeks, his deformed face and bugging eyes. A grin spread from ear to ear and her beautiful features disappeared. Her face became a mirror to the boy’s own.
“I,” she looked over to her left, to the woman she had been disguised as, to Joy, obviously readying for battle over this lost soul in front of her. A pity, he would never accept true happiness now, she turned back and finished, “am heroin”
Now, obviously you can find true happiness after drug addiction, but I wanted to put the point of view of heroin.
I also wasn’t sure what drug to use as her name, but I settled with heroin, hence the “needle-like” heels.