Happy Pills Prt. 1

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This is sort of like the game: We Happy Few.

I haven't played the game, nor have I watched a gameplay about it, but I know that people take happy pills to be happy and if they don't they kill them.

I thought that was interesting so made up my own sort of version.

Oh, also I'm using Jenna instead. She's easier to write about because

Y/N is annoying to type out all the time. løl

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Jenna stared in the mirror, a smile spread across her face just like everyone else.

She glanced over to see her pill bottle beside her husband's. She read the label.

'Happy Pills.'

Everyone took happy pills. It was illegal not to. The government forced them to. Well, they didn't physically force them down their throats, but they gave them small lies like: "it'll help you." And "these will make all the pain go away."

So far that was true. But Jenna couldn't help but feel scared to frown. She feared that people might question her medication.

It was highly forbidden to go off your meds, and everyone knew that. They shunned the people who did, and often would tattle on them and they would get the death penalty.

It was bad.

But no one realized this. They were all happy and content with their lives just like the pills ordered.

"Honey, I have to get in there. Hurry up." Her husband knocked on the door, "And don't forget to take your pills."

Jenna sighed, quickly popping the lid and flopping them in her mouth. She immediately saw the world brighter than usual. She felt wide awake and more aware of her surroundings. She felt good.

She twisted the doorknob, revealing her husband standing there with a sleepy expression on his face. "All yours, Josh"

He hummed in acknowledgement, immediately taking his pills once he was in the bathroom.

Jenna got changed into her black silky pants, and a white blouse, braiding her hair and then pinning it into a bun.

She walked into the kitchen to see her son playing with slime on the table. "Nicky! Get that off of the table. And take your pills."

She set the bottle in front of Nicky and he frowned.

"Don't do that." She warned, and he nodded.

She watched him pick up his pill and gulp it down. He only needed one. He was still a small kid and as happy as can be.

"Your father is taking you to school this morning. I have work." Jenna explained, and a smile spread across Nicky's face.

"Yay!" He laughed.

Jenna ruffled his hair as she passed, opening the front door and hurrying her way down the sidewalk.

She worked at a restaurant not to far from their house, so she'd been walking.

Of course, as she expected, she felt someone's eyes on her. She always felt someone's eyes on her when she walked to and from work. It was pretty normal for her now.

She never saw anyone around her, so she was set on the explanation that she was just paranoid.

But this time she heard footsteps behind her. She tried to push it in the back of her mind. It was just a fellow citizen.

"Jenna. Will you turn around?" A soft voice called from behind her. It wasn't totally familiar, but had features she recognized.

She turned around and came in contact with a stranger. He had dark circles under his eyes, yet he had a small smile on his face. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter right now. I need you to follow me." The stranger pleaded, quickly stepping closer to grab her arm.

She jumped back, now noticeably terrified. "A-are you off your pills? You have to take your pills."

"No, listen to me, please. You have to come with me." He approached her again to which she stepped back.

She looked over to see a garbage man taking out the trash.

"Hey! He's off his pills! Hey!" She yelled after the garbage man. The stranger panicked and forced her off the sidewalk and behind a house.

"You can't do that! Jenna, please." He begged, taking her hand in his.

"Stop! How do you know my name?" She backed away against the wall.

She heard yelling of some sort from behind. The man must've heard it too because he lunged at her pricking something in her neck. She got light headed and soon lost consciousness.

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I finally got her. It's not how I planned, but she's here with me now. I wished she would have just listen to me and followed. I don't blame her though. She doesn't know me. It hurts to say, but it's true.

After I poked her neck with the needle I took her to the warehouse out of the city. It was quite hard. She's picked up a few pounds the last time I held her. But it made sense; She was conscious the last time I held her.

After I set her down on that couch in the cell I've been making— well, I don't want to call it a cell. She's not my prisoner. Its more of like a room.— anyways, I shut the door.

You have no idea how much it hurt me having to shut and lock the door. I felt my insides aching with every step. She means so much to me, and I hate having to hurt her like this.

But I miss her. And this is the only good plan I've got.

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Jenna roused to the feeling of her head pounding in her skull. It was like her brain was trying to escape, pounding against the walls of her head making her whole face burn with pain.

She let out a groan, picking herself up from the red couch she was on. She seemed to be in some sort of cell.

The couch she was laying on was brand new red leather, and it looked like something you'd sit in while seeing a shrink.

The floors were concrete but clean, and the walls perfectly secure like a brand new building.

"You're up." The man smiled, looked at her through the other side of the bars.

Her eyes filled with tears at realization that she was taken. He notice and frowned, looking down. He couldn't stand looking at her cry, especially if it was from him. "What are you doing to me?" She asked.

She hadn't cried since she was 18, when her boyfriend, Tyler, died. The government comforted her and told her to take the happy pills to be happy and that she won't have to cry or feel sad ever again. Why weren't the pills working?

The stranger looked up, sighing heavily. "The meds you take are wearing off. It's okay. It's a good thing. You'll understand everything very soon, I promise."

Jenna let out a small sob, covering her face with her hands. "Why did you take me?"

The man ignored her question.

"The drug I gave you quickens the pace of getting the happy pills out of your system." He explained. "All the emotions that you should've had were postponed by the medication, so now that their out of your body..." the stranger trailed off, as she let out another sob.

Jenna tucked her legs to her chest, hanging her head on her knees.

The guy looked down. He wanted so badly just to hold her in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.

Instead, he took a deep breath and walked out of the warehouse to leave her be. He hated seeing her like that.

The man kicked the rocks in frustration. If only she would've listened to him and followed him; he wouldn't have had to force her to come. He just wanted to see her. He wanted her to understand.

He wanted her to remember.

He took a deep breath, his head darting to the bushes as he heard a noise. He smiled slightly, carefully making his way over to the shed.

He roughly tugged on the shed's door, revealing a beat up desk full of his hunting equipment.

He might as well hunt a few critters for dinner while he waited for Jenna to calm down.

He picked up the bow, grabbing a few arrows and traveling his way back to the bush that was moving.

He waited patiently.

A squirrel darted across the grass, moving quickly. But his arrow was quicker, piercing through the squirrels skin into his head.

As if on cue, he heard Jenna's screams. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath.

She was to the anger emotion. He hated that emotion. When he went off his happy pills there was more anger than any other feeling.

He was angry at all of the people putting on fake smiles, and furious at the government for taking everything he ever loved from him.

He slowly and sadly picked up the squirrel taking it inside with him to check on Jenna.

She was now in the corner of the cell grasping her hair in her fists, sitting in a ball.

It pained him, but if had to be done.

He gulped down a lump. "I promise it'll be over in a while, just breath, okay?" He set down the squirrel on the counter, grabbing a knife to begin skinning it.

She let out another loud sob, but soon fell over choking on her breath.

He approached the cell, looking at her worriedly.

"Hey, look at me and listen." The stranger instructed.

It was slow but her head soon tilted up.

"Breath in..." he began, lifting his hand up with his stomach as some sort of hand signal. She took a shaky breath in. "And out."

In

And out.

Her head was spinning but she soon got control of her breath, and the sobbing subsided.

She leaned herself against the wooden dresser in the corner. Fine mahogany wood. It was like a house.

The man stared at her for a moment, letting out a content sigh. He twisted back around and proceeding to skin the squirrel.

"Who are you?" Jenna asked quietly. She was hoarse with a sore throat.

He looked behind his shoulder to glance at her. "I can't answer that yet."

She breathed out, dangling her head down in exhaustion. "What do you mean yet?" She tiredly argued.

He turned around, leaning his shoulder into one of the cell bars. "I can't tell you until you remember." He explained, and he tapped his forehead with his finger. "I'm somewhere in that brain of yours. I know I am."

Jenna chuckled almost mockingly. "Really? How do you know that?" She snarked.

A sad smile took his face as he looked at the floor. He was in some sort of daze. "You told me you'd never forget me. And I believed you," he sighed, and shook his head looking back up to meet Jenna's eyes. "I still do." He added, as if it would mean something to Jenna.

At that he twisted back around and proceeded his unfinished chore.

Jenna didn't know how to reply to that. She didn't remember seeing him ever.

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"Are you hungry?" The man questioned softly, sitting crisscross on the floor beside the cell door.

Jenna nodded. The stranger smiled sitting up and grabbing a plate with a meat of some sort on it. He pushed it threw the bars to where the plate was in front of him, but on the other side.

He patted the ground beside her plate as he scooted himself closer to the bars, as if he wanted to sit beside her.

Jenna furrowed her eyebrows. "You're not going to let me out?"

He huffed out a breath. "I can't until you're fully clean from those happy pills."

Jenna decided not to question him just yet, and crawled herself over to the plate.

"Thats the only real food on the earth at the moment." He smiled, physically happy that she was sitting down having a meal with him. It confused her. He didn't have any happy pills in his system did he?

"What does that mean?" She questioned, taking a small bite of the food. Her eyes widened. It was the best thing she's ever tasted.

"Well, the meds give you hallucinations. That means whatever you see that could possibly make you sad is the opposite. So, basically everything you've been eating for a while is garbage. The only people eating real food is the government. You just don't know it yet."

Jenna's face went pale. "So, you're saying-"

"You've been eating garbage?" He finished for her. "Yes." He scrunched up his nose, "You've been to happy to notice a difference."

Jenna stared at her food.

"You see that couch over there?" He pointed to the red leathered couch. Jenna nodded, glancing back to the place she woke up at. "It looks new doesn't it?" She furrowed her eyebrows and studied the couch before nodding her head. It looked as if it came right out of the store. "Well, it's not. I found it in the dump. It's what shrinks used to use. They don't need them anymore though, everyone is apparently too happy." He shrugged.

"So you're saying, you're seeing an entirely different world than I am right now?" Jenna asked.

"The world is a lot more depressing than you think." He explained, staring at her with knowing eyes. He let out a breath, looking down at her plate of food.  "That's real meat. Just killed it today. It's not as good as those burgers we used to eat, but it's something." He changed the subject.

"Burgers we used to eat?" She questioned, sort of dazed by all the information.

"Yeah... we." He smiled. That didn't answer her question. Well, it wasn't really a question to be answered, but he could've elaborated

"When will it wear off?" She asked quietly, and the man glanced over at her.

"You've had it in your system for 3 years now. It'll be a while. The Evatic should speed it up a little." He nodded. "That's the drug I gave you earlier to bring you here."

Jenna looked down, tears filling her eyes again. Her emotions were all over the place. "Are you going to hurt me?" She croaked out as if what she was saying would kill her right then in there.

The man felt like a rock hit him straight in the gut. He didn't want her to be afraid of him. "No, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you." He replied quietly and softly.

"Then why did you bring me here?" She pleaded for answers, the annoyance in her voice coated with the sadness.

The man stood up on his knees, grasping ahold of the bars as if it would comfort her in some way. "I just need you to remember. Can you do that? Can you at least try?"

She looked at him in the eyes, showing how determined she was. "How am I supposed to remember anything if I don't even know your name?" Her voice was quiet, low, and soft.

The stranger relaxed, dropping his hands to his sides. He took a deep breath, glaring straight into her eyes with compassion, and comfort.

"Tyler." He answered gently, "My name is Tyler."

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Part one of Happy Pills! Løl I like having long stories... this one might be long? Idk.

It probably won't be as long as Pretend To Be Mine. Lmao. But you know, we'll see.