many stories have wizards and princesses, while others have feats of bravery. This story, well, my story isn’t like that. Nobodys is. I don’t know why you came here, nothing is positive about my story. PERIDOT. I live in a world where injections are given to everyone, or almost everyone just about once a month, to help us stay “happy”, or maybe “positive”. I used to be able to be happy without them, but that faded quickly when my mom died and I was stuck with my drugged up alcoholic dad.
I don’t remember what happiness feels like. Neither does anyone in my “group” I lost all real happiness as a kid. Most of us are commonly called, junkies, rebels, delinquents, rule breakers, satan’s spawn, and our personal favorite… the nobodys. We don’t feel happy, but we do our best to pretend so we can “fit in”. Our parents (otherwise known as no-dads) don’t pay for our injections, so this “generation” is mostly depressed using social media to spark what is known as “hope”. the closest feeling to happiness we can get. Our “movie stars” are people who never lost their innocence, no cuts, no depression, naturally happy.
That’s why the injections were made.So we could be “perfectly happy”. some people are happier than others only needing a real injection every two or three months apart. The “purge” is the last day of the year, 90-100 deaths that day, anybody under 18 cannot be killed, no emergency services, nothing. So, let me tell you a story-
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The Middle Seat 