Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry

Prologue

Wha-what the hell...

Why am I in a hospital? Did something happen to me?

I don't remember a thing...

Wait, I actually think I do. It went a little something like this...

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"I can't fucking stand school!" I screamed loudly as I burst through the front door of my house. I slammed the door closed behind me, and I angrily threw my backpack at an innocent vase on the kitchen table.

It loudly crashed to the floor in pieces.

"Harry?!" my mum shouted from upstairs. "What's going on down there?! Are you alright?!"

"Screw school, screw everything...!" I shouted, throwing a big tantrum. I began nocking a bunch of things down, breaking many of them.

As I was about to continue, I suddenly stopped and a loud sob came out. I grabbed at my hair, and I slowly brought myself down to the floor. My cries couldn't stop, and I began to shake. Through all of my crying, I managed to hear my mum rushing down the stairs.

"I hate my life so much," I cried. "I don't like being lonely...!" I screamed, crying even more than I already was. I then heard my mum gasp at the sight of me.

"Harry, darling...what happened to you...?!" asked my mum, crouching down beside me. Before I could respond, everything went black.

-

So...after my temper tantrum I guess I passed out.

I look around the room to see where my mum is, but she's nowhere to be seen. As I am about to shout out, a young man comes walking into the room. He has a name tag that says Drake Tomlinson. He looks way too young to be working as a doctor in my opinion.

"Hey, Harry. I'm just a hospital volunteer, but the doctor and your mum will be back soon." Drake says to me, taking a seat in the small chair beside the bed.

"...Do you happen to know what's wrong with me...?" I ask, my eyes watery.

Drake looks at me, his face serious.

"You have a strong case of depression."

Depression?

"I-I'm depressed?" I ask, my eyebrows raised.

Drake nods his head.

"I have a secret for you, Harry," Drake whispers, "all the doctor is gonna do is give you some crappy medicine. But I know what you really need."

"What do I need?" I ask lowly.

"You need a P.H.C. A Personal Happiness Companion." Drake answers. I have no idea what exactly that is, but with the word happiness it can't possibly be a bad thing.

"Okay..." I say. "How do I get one?"

Drake smiles at my interest.

"Easy, just write down your full name and address on this card," Drake hands me a pen and a blank card, "and he'll come to you."

"He?" I asks, taking the pen and card.

"Yes, I have the perfect one in mind for you already." Drake smiles brightly. "Unless you prefer a female?" I shake my head.

"No, a male is perfect, thanks." I smile, handing him back the card and pen.

"Alright, you're all set. Your P.H.C. will arrive either today or sometime this week," Drake says as he began to walk towards the door. "Oh yeah, you're gonna love him. You'll be getting the best one, but I hope you happen to live alone, though." Drake winks, and I am suddenly anxious to receive my P.H.C.

"Hey, Drake!" I call out.

He stops in his tracks and turns to me.

"My P.H.C. ...is he a robot, or something?"

Drake smirks at my question.

"Not at all. He's just a human with inhuman attributes to ensure guaranteed happiness. Science is at its finest these days..." With those last words, Drake leaves my room.