What is happiness

Happiness

A sort of one-shot, by ShadowFighterX

What is happiness? thought Tray bitterly. His current thoughts were a tempest of anger and regrets. The teenager’s frown never fell from his face even as the seductress strutted towards him casually; yet he was fully aware of the killer intent behind those luscious lips which curled into a sinister smile. Like a tiger stalking its prey, she waited for his resolve to weaken, his eyes to blink, and his life flashed before his eyes when she embraced him tightly, her fingernails tearing into his soft flesh.

He had only been eight when his parents had died. His father’s insurance agents simply shook their heads pityingly at him, after going through the paperwork with his family butler, and left, their lingering footsteps in his the hall of his mansion.

He had inherited thirty four million dollars.

Each kiss she left on his face excited him, and he reacted, grabbing her roughly as his tongue played with hers as she stroked his chest, the touch of her fingers leaving burns on his chest.

By twelve, he had already quickly realized how his money had become a snare to him/ But it was a human desire to want love, and without his parents, he had forgotten what it had felt like… His ‘friends’ had him at their mercy.

By fifteen, more than half his fortune was gone and he still could not understand; how was he to feel happiness if he could not even get it? Had he done something so wrong in his life that he did not deserve to feel the most basic, yet the most desired of human emotions-and yet even when he inquire3d of the priest, he was charged a small fee with no more answers than he already had.

A burning, carnal desire enveloped him as he kissed the girl more aggressively; simply by remembering Amber. Amber had been a cute girl, a year older he was, golden locks and a sweet face with emerald green eyes that turned him into mush. His heart pounded when he saw her, he felt sheer bliss at the accidental touch of her hand. After several months of courting her, she shyly agreed to be his girlfriend, and for the first time in so many years, he was overcome with happiness and joy.

However, this was not to last. Two weeks later, on a fatal day with a dark and wet thunderstorm, a car had slid out of control.

Amber was dead.

Still suffering from the repercussions of her death he was overcome with grief till the point where he contemplated suicide. Fortunately for him, he had decided to die by picking a fight in the bar-he had always wanted to ‘go down fighting’ and had ended up drinking instead, and far too much for his underage liver to handle. The girl had spied his young and muscular body, but more importantly, his lavishly green and plump wallet, and had offered him an exchange.

He had accepted.

Tray found his way to her back, ripping open her dress as his head dipped own on hers, and she gave him entrance to his mouth. A crease appeared on his forehead. This was not happiness. This was ecstasy, or simply some form of dark sexual desire that can only be described as lust, to make up for his loss in life.

His life was his loss.

Why am I still alive? He questioned himself as she straddled him while biting his neck, letting out soft and numerous giggles from her mouth. He never smiled, even when she kissed him again. A girl like this probably knows happiness; he decided. Otherwise, she would not need to be here. Envy and hatred outweighed his lust, but he did not push her soft and warm body off his; it was still comforting somehow, and he needed some sort of comfort.

At that moment, a beacon of light stood out from the shadows of his dark memories, engulfing him in a reality that was once his. His eyes brimmed with tears as his mind’s eye watched with much bittersweet envy at the child with his parents, so deliriously happy that he would never anticipate how dark and ruined his life would be in a decade.

The smaller glanced curiously at his mother. “Mommy looks so happy all the time,” said the boy meekly. “Why?”

The young woman laughed softly, taking the child in her embrace and soaking his head with tears of joy.

“Because you are my happiness.

And then it hit him, and it was so clear that nothing, not even the slutty half dressed prostitute could distract the flurry of thoughts that made so much sensel happiness was his reason to exist. If he could not be happy, the leas the could do with his meaningless life was to bring other people happiness.

It isn’t too late, he realized, with some unusual relief.

A small seductive voice cooed in his ear, finally snapping him out of his reverie. The question was simple. “Do I make you happy?” she had asked sexily.

Tray was silent, his face cold. After what seemed like forever to him, he smiled genuinely for the first time in years.

“No, you don’t.” He ignored her look of shock as he pushed her away, struggling to his feet.

He smiled again, picked up his shirt and left.

The End

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By the way, should this be T or M rated? I put it as T for more exposure, but if it's deemed a bit too sexual (even though there is no direct sex) do suggest that I change it to M. Thanks.

By the way, I only wrote this in defiance to failing my English Compo! (because I got penalized for writing this!)