Depression Meets Happiness

Michael sat on his bed, his headphones in his bed as he sighed. The music blared into his ear. His iPod was on its loudest setting, Bullet For My Valentine played. He ignored the loud sounds of his mother whoring herself as usual.

He wore all black, his hair was black, and the bangs covered his right eye. His finger nails were black. His tight dark jeans were smooth against his legs. His black concert shirt felt small against him as he stared down at his checkered belt.

To many, they would think he was one of those stupid Emo people, but he knew they would never know the truth about him. He sighed again as he could over hear the door slamming shut over his music.

Nothing ever changed. It was the same routine everyday. He would come home from a place in which he was despised, to see his mother with a new man. Eventually he began to accept it.

He wished his life was different, but knew it never would be. He wished for a true friend, and someone to love. But he knew it would never happen. You see... There was a reason why he was the way he was.

He gripped the side of the bed as he stood, his black low top Converse touching the floor. He looked down at the floor as he opened the door and walked out, leaving the headphones in his ears. He looked back and forth at the nothingness in the hallway.

With one last sigh, he walked over to his mothers room, seeing her asleep. He did not wish to disturb her, for he knew the consequences. He grabbed the knob of the door, and slowly closed it, waiting for the soft click, signaling that the door was closed.

He smiled softly, the first all day. He smiled because it was finally quiet. There was silence around him, and it made him happy, that and he could finally eat for the first time since coming home, and the first time that day in peace.

With that, he began walking down the steps, walking softly and slowly as to not make any of the steps creak loudly like they usually do. He sighed in comfort as he stepped onto the floor at last, he had gotten down the steps without waking up his mother, who had probably gotten drunk at the same bar she had picked up her new man.

The door to the kitchen was not far from the steps, and luckily for him, there were no floorboards that would make any noise. He walked in, and shriveled his nose at the bouquet of roses that sat on that table.

He merely shook his head and walked towards the fridge, hoping there would be something other than alcohol in it. After his father died, his mother had become a heavy alcoholic, and she blamed her son for everything bad that had happened to her in her life

He placed his head on the fridge door after closing it and closed his eyes. Sighing, he made a solemn wish... "I wish... I had someone to take me away from here." he whispered dully to himself. He shook the ridiculous idea out of his mind.

"Yeah right, like that would ever happen to me." he said out loud. He looked back at the roses and picked them up. "Someone... To take me away..." he thought out loud to himself. The roses began to shake.

Michael threw the roses to the floor, and looked at it in horror as it expanded. "The hell?" he asked himself as he watched the phenomenon. He watched a slender leg come out, followed by a small waist. He watched as the woman seemed to flow out of the rose.

He stared in shock and awe as he looked at her, to him, she was the most beautiful thing ever.

The goddess opened her eyes and shook her hair out of her eyes. He looked at the boy and smiled seductively. "Why... Hello there." she spoke. She grinned at his response to her. "What? You act like you've never seen a woman before." she shot at him, her grin never leaving.

Michael's voice was caught in his throat, he could not say a thing. "H-H-Hello..." he said in a loud squeak. This made the brown haired woman to laugh slightly. "Don't be so uptight, cutie." she told him as he looked him over. "And Emo?" she sighed.

He looekd at her and then to himself. He wasn't one to like being called Emo, but you could say he was one. "I'm not Emo!" he exclaimed, shocking the goddess. "Well... It can speak normally." she giggled at him.

"Who are you?" he asked, he became defensive of his surroundings, and against her. He began to glare at her like he did to so many others. He placed his hands onto the fridge door.

The woman only grinned at he boy. "My name is Peorth, goddess first class, license unlimited. And I am here to grant your wish, yadda, yadda, yadda." she sighed. It had been very annoying having to say that so many times to people.

Michael looked at her and scoffed. "Goddess... Yeah right, they don't exist." he said coldly. This statement caused her smile to fade.

"Oh yeah?" she asked him. "Then how did I come out of that rose?" Peorth asked, hinting towards the still expanded flower. Michael's eyes roamed to the flower and sighed. "Whatever." he sighed.

"My wish huh?" he asked her with a small smile. "Well... If you can truly grant my wish... How will I know wether or not it came true?" he asked, trying to test the goddess before him.

"Well... You will just have to find out, now won't you?" Her grin had returned and she knew what he was up to. "You know... Your not as alone as you might think."

Michael was taken aback by her statement. "What?" he asked her, he was confused. Was she looking into his mind? Or was this all some sort of bad dream?

"This is no dream. You live your life thinking your all alone, why don't you think of the reasons why you are like this... You have great anger inside of you that builds up slowly... You have a great destiny ahead of you. Now... What is your wish?" he asked again, as if she had never said anything.

As if he some sort of force had acted upon him, he began to speak. "I.. I wish to never be alone... To have someone like you by my side."

To Be Continued...