Momentary Bliss | Dark A.I|

Prologue

I have always been like this for as long as I can remember. It started when I was young. I was always so angry, all other emotions being replaced by this burning anger inside of me. Everything set me off and the anger caused me to lash out at the world and hurt not only the people around me but myself as well. The rage that would engulf my body like flames and I had nothing to put them out with. 

The flames kept burning until every piece of me was ash. At first my parents tried to find ways for me to control it. They started small with stress balls and breaking pencils, but as I got older their methods got more intense. Medication, therapy, ECT, nothing worked. Or at least that's what they thought. I knew better though, I had found the cure. 

Sometimes when I would get really angry I would head into the woods behind the house. It was quiet out there amongst the trees, almost soothing.To be completely honest I hadn't even meant to find a cure, the first time was purely by accident. 

I had stormed into the woods one night in a rage. It was as if the world around me didn't matter, the only thing I could think about was the pounding of my heart and the clenching of my jaw. If I had been paying attention maybe I would have seen the cat that was barreling towards me. The thing was hissing up a storm, barring it canines at me trying to seem intimidating. 

The farm next door had a lot of cats, this was most likely one of them. It probably ran over here tracking some small animal, my sudden appearance startling it. I decided to keep on walking, the cat meant nothing to me. Suddenly it jumped at me, the damn thing actually started attacking me. 

I stumbled backwards tripping over my own feet landing on the ground with a thud, dirt flying everywhere. The cat kept on advancing, it's claws swiped across my arm drawing blood. I finally got a good look at it, its beady dilated pupils, matted fur, and foaming mouth. 

Seeing the foam my instincts kicked into overdrive my shock being replaced by the anger I had grown accustomed too. I had to do something, there was no way I could fight this cat off with my bare hands. 

My cut was the the least of my worries, if it sank its teeth into me I would have a much bigger problem on my hands. I began feeling around on the ground near me for something, anything that I could use as a weapon. 

Lucky for me I found a rock sticking out from under some leaves. Grabbing it I began swinging wildly at the cat. I landed my first blow on its head, the rock cracking its skull. Blood splattered all over my hands, pieces of the cats head stuck to the rock. The hisses turned it small meows before finally the cat laid still. 

Blood leaked out the wound, slowly creating a small puddle around the two of us. Quickly I dropped the rock, my heavy breaths slowing. I should have felt bad, I should have been scared or sick or at the very least nervous. But I wasn't, I felt normal. Better than normal actually, I felt peaceful. There wasn't a trace of anger left in my system. Finally I had found the relief that I had been craving for.

My night in the woods wasn't something I would soon forget. At first I wasn't sure if it would work every time. Maybe the relief I felt was purely from saving my own life and not from taking the cats. I was a man of science though so of course I tried it again. When that attempt worked I tried again, and again, and again. Until finally I had my answer. 

It progressed from there, anytime I got angry I would head into the woods and look for the first small animal I could find. It wasn't something I necessarily enjoyed doing but it was a necessity. Once I started everything changed mom was happy, school was easier, and I felt like I finally had some control. 

Life was beginning to look up. That was until dad found me standing over the neighbor's dog one night. It was my fault really, I should have realized that the dog would scream louder than most animals. I ended up coming clean about the whole thing. 

My parents weren't really fans of the cure that I had found, they didn't appreciate the work that I had done to make myself better. They had me committed after that. It wasn't all bad though, I wanted to get better, I really did. 

So I worked hard, and tried to find a new path for myself. Ward life wasn't awful. The structure was nice and the people there were even nicer. I met some great guys Luke, Calum, and Michael. And found my new passion music. Turns out I was pretty good at it too. Me and the boys started a band, Five Seconds of Summer. 

Not only were we popular around the hospital but our music started to pick up traction on the outside as well. Finally I felt like I was getting better. The anger was fading away being replaced by the joy that the band brought me. The staff around me seemed to see my progress as well. On my 26th birthday I was released, the freedom being the best gift I could have ever gotten. 

Shortly after the rest of the band was released as well and we could finally live the life that we had only ever talked about. My future which was never really something that I had thought about before now seemed bright and full. I was excited, revelling in my new found freedom. My options were limitless, the possibilities endless. I knew one thing though, I was ready to make the world my own.