You wanted to be happy. You just needed it, even for a moment. Once the street drugs called cheerdrops began circulating, you found your road to happiness. It was deadly, leading you to stop viewing the world as it was and to see through a the drugs behavior. They made you feel like you were on top of the world, filling you with the peace you craved. You needed a wake up call and to be able to get better, stopping your relationship with cheerdrops. While on the drugs, you had wandered into the road, seeing the happiness your brain craved. Every other feeling disappeared, enough that you couldn’t sense the danger you were in as cars zipped past.

As your mind was fogged by the cheerdrops, you found yourself wandering out onto the road. Roy had been driving by when he recognized you and had to park beside the road to figure out what in the world you were doing. He was especially concerned since you didn’t react when cars honked and sped by you. Roy got out and dragged you off the road and sat you beside it. That look in your eyes as you continued smiling haunted him. Roy had to take a moment, but still held you back from stepping into the road. It hurt him to see you using a drug to get happy, to escape that pain, similar to what he had done in the past.

“Hey, hey, hey. What were you doing?” Roy winced a bit. Just from watching you, he could tell you weren’t in the right mind and he didn’t want to believe you were using something like cheerdrops.