TW/ blo0d, kill!ng, d3ath‼️⚠️
Happiness...
A word so bright yet so dark. So expensive yet so cheap. So safe yet so dangerous. The true meaning failing to be recognized. What really is happiness? The Happiness that make people willingly take risks just so they could find, they could feel. Happiness they are willing to sacrifice for others which they claim to make them happy, barely. Happiness in which you claim you have, but do you really?
People say something would always make someone happy, whatever it may be, but someone has yet to find their own source of happiness and joy. Heather, such a wonderful name,her name. She fail to recognize this word called 'happiness.'
In a lifetime, how many times have you felt so happy? euphoric? joyful? giggly? Sure you might've felt it at least once or twice. True happiness? what's it like? Did you feel like you were floating? you were above the clouds? on top of the world? I ask too many questions don't I? These are the thoughts that run on Heather's head every single day in her 17 years of life, or half you could say.
She might have smiled, of course we all smiled...right? Among all the people you see smiling, showing off their pearly whites, how many do you think are genuinely happy? You're not so sure. Just like in Heather's case, she smiled, she laughed, but behind that was a null void. Full of nothingness.
She wasn't sad. She was just numb. Waiting for happiness to finally set perch on her dark and lonely heart.
Walking on a snowy path, she struggled with the thick snow sinking into her skin. It was Christmas eve, colorful lights everywhere, that warm feeling of hugs from your family, and even the smell of that fresh oven cooked turkey laid on the table were present in her surroundings yet she still couldn't feel that so called happiness everyone in her block was feeling. Nothing just nothing.
It wasn't as exciting as they claimed it to be, she thought. Not even the gift giving and unwrapping made her think otherwise. Walking down a narrow path where she was to put out the garbage bag she was tasked to do by her mom, she found herself in a situation not so familiar yet for the first time piqued her interest.
"Well someone's not delighted as I am this Christmas eve." she muttered under her breath.
Looking at a man who's crawling for his life and barely breathing. It was a sight to see if you may say, on a warm Christmas eve. Heather could barely see the man's face from the dark alleyway. It was only then when the streetlight on the road near them shined on. To Heather's grimace she covered her mouth, not in fear but in disgust.
The man's face looked battered up, his nose and lips barely hanging on to his dear face. Blood everywhere even a trail was created where he crawled. A knife also stuck up on his back. He won't make it, that was for sure.
In normal cases, the witness would be screaming or running for the police but in that particular alleyway no one made a sound, Heather just stood there eyeing the man as is she just discovered a long lost treasure. Not that she meant doing that.
She went closer to the figure, got on her knees and inched her ears closer to man's mouth. The man growls struggling to say anything. Heather knows he has no chance to see daylight. On top of that it's freezing outside.
"Come on say something Mister man." she irked as she could not understand what the man was saying.
Should I put him out of his misery? she thought as she stood back up and looked at him. He won't make it.
She looked around and found a brick lying on the cold wet snow. "Hang on, I'm gonna help you out."
With the size of the brick she had to hold it with both her hands. Going back to the man, she looked at him again and smiled. The man groaned loudly but it went dead quiet.
