ϨɱɪʟɘУRichard WrightRemember to be happy...━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Smiley had been drifting to sleep when his phone buzzed, startling him awake. He adjusted his paper mask before looking down, freezing as he caught the message.
It took ten minutes for him to run back into his room, elixir in hand. He would've been here faster if the elevator didn't take so slow. The serum, he couldn't believe it was really with him. Was this real? Was it some cheap fake? Good thing there was a paper bag over his head, he felt like he was hyperventilating.
Striding to his bed and sitting down, Smiley ripped open the envelope and pulled out the syringe, gazing at the green, gooey serum inside it. So this was the key to happiness. How surreal. Imagine, in a matter of seconds he would never be haunted by that cold darkness again. And then maybe then... Maybe then he could see
him again and fix things.
Inhaling slowly then holding his breath, Smiley pulled back his sleeve and waited for the blue vein to pop out before stabbing it with the needle, ignoring the prickle of pain and injecting the green goo. It was cold, it made him shudder.
After putting the syringe up, Smiley waited for about ten minutes for it to take effect. Nothing happened. He didn't even feel any form of drowsiness normal medicine would have. No wait, he was feeling something. Anger. He was ripped off. Maybe he'd hire an assassin to get that assassin for-
It hit him. It hit him hard, like a truck.
Smiley yelled out as a sudden, sharp pain overtook him, causing him to curl up in fetal position. "
It burns! It burns!!" he screamed while scratching his arms vigorously. He felt like an immense pressure had been put on him, as though a car had been pressed down on him. The pain controlled his every thought, he wanted to scream or to throw up, and a mind-splitting burn ate away at him.
He rolled around on the bed, falling down and continuing to roll until he hit a dresser, causing the room service phone to fall. He screamed in pain again... and then something strange happened. He laughed. Could it be that the pain was so horrific that his mind was convinced it was funny? Was he panicking? No... No it wasn't that. As he sat up and looked at his hands, he realized the reason for his continuous laughter, a crackle that got louder and louder with each passing second.
It was because he felt
good.
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