Happy

Short story

Happy
By : Kavya singh

November 7th, 2029

Dear diary,

2:00 pm
Today I saw our new president get elected. She's the 2nd lady president of the United States, Lauren Green. In her speech she claims she's going to make this world a better place a happier place, a "utopia" even. Like every president. I'm disgusted by the hundreds and thousands of people who so naively fell for her words. I know this world won't change, not for the better. Her giving everyone this false hope of a better future pisses me off, her being in office won't stop my dad drinking himself halfway to death or make my mom come back home. Every second in this house makes me sick, like I've swallowed a million butterflies that are now haunting my body. I don't want to be here in a world full of hypocrites, like lauren green.

2:30 pm
Loud knocks came from these men in yellow suits, no hair or eyebrows with smiles as big as a kid waking up on christmas morning. They stood before my father. "Take these and we "the yellow officers guarantee" your happiness!" gulping down more vodka my dad replies "no way i'm taking drugs from men with piss stained suits." They laugh in union and barge in our house, two men hold my dad down, amplifying their laughter. The 3rd man finally shoves the pill down fathers throat. My dad continues desperately gasping for air on the floor the same way he would for a drink. The men glare at me with their eyes wide open, tiny pupils and their smiles brighter than any sun. I don't resist. They lightly pet my head like the proud and loving father I never had and wipe the hot tears gliding down my cheek that my mother was always the source of. "Good boy! Welcome to our euphoric utopia that's being built by us yellow officers and president green!" It's been a few hours of hiding in the darkness of my closet praying my dad doesnt find me in his drunken rage.

2:56 pm
I don't know when the promised happiness will come from those pills. But I don't feel sick, I don't feel the butterflies in my stomach, I don't feel the usual heaviness weighing down my heart. All that's left is emptiness. Is this supposed to be "happiness"? Why am I even alive? What purpose was I given?

December 8th, 2029

Dear diary,

5:00 pm
I'm 15. No mom and a shitty dad. But really none of my birth givers were the "ideal parent" but I believe my mom tried her best before she left. I don't go to school everyday i dont have the desire or energy to go there and get gossiped about things like the dark circles under my eyes or the bruises on my wrists. My world is dark and president green believes she can change that.

5:15 pm
The world changed, new laws, new motos, new healthcare. "On today's news we will have an interview with our new president at 5:05 pm dont miss it!" regrettably i didn't miss it. "Welcome miss green, let's get right to it, all of america is waiting for you. Welcome America, A few lucky people may have already gotten to meet my new yellow officers! These joyful men and women will help enforce a few new rules I've set up to make our world a better place. 1) REMAIN POSITIVE AT ALL TIMES 2) REPORT ALL GLOOMY AND SORROWFUL PEOPLE IMMEDIATELY (they are a threat and can endanger your joy) 3) TAKE ANYTHING GIVEN BY A YELLOW OFFICER. (trust me these men and women in yellow want the best for us) These laws will all help build this beautiful utopia where no crimes or pain will ever hurt humanity again. "What inspired this miss green?" Just as a young kid i saw the terrible things these dark feelings make people do, pain, revenge, jealousy they all destroy our lives. Why should anyone need to feel this way? Sorrow, greif, depression, anger, hate. These emotions are just diseases robbing us from all the joy this world has to offer. From now on i hope all of you can understand, i want to save you all and protect from these emotions that have terrorized us since the beginning of time. From now on we have medication available to cure sadness as if it were just a simple cold! And if your condition is worse we have new "yellow factories"! We will fix you up right away so that you too can experience absorbing all the euphoria being pumped into the air without jeopardizing anyone else's experience. That's all for now. Thank you America, stay happy! Weather report coming i-" the sickness pierced through my stomach like a bullet, leaving a hole only those pills could temporarily cover.