~Just a little Mad!Cry thing I wrote to help with writers block. Hope you enjoy.~

Happiness is Madness

Cry's POV:

Have you ever been lost in your own mind? Just, walking around, trying to find the exit only to realize there is none?

Yeah, I have. And, I'm pretty sure that's where I am now. Though it's too dark to tell, I can... feel, that's where I am. Hurrying along the darkness, I wished I had some kind of light source. Anything to illuminate this eternal bloody night.

But, even if I did, it would be no good. In here, there are no walls, no ceiling, no... anything, to measure where I am or how far along it takes to get to the end. A dead end would be easier to handle than this room of vast nothingness that is my mind.

Walking swiftly along the imaginary path i seem to be taking, I came to an abrupt stop, only to continue forwards at a fast pace. A faint, red glow was ahead of me, indicating an exit I assumed.

...I seriously need to learn to never, never assume, no matter the situation.

When I stopped to look at the glowing red light in front of me, my smile faded, replacing it with a cold, piercing fear.

A sign holding a message, seemingly written in blood, read:

Behind you

Paralyzed by fear, it took all of my willpower to finally turn around very slowly, to see an ear splitting grin staring at me.

I was frozen in place as my eyes trailed down his body, noticing his blood stained white shirt barely hidden behind his red hoody, and a sharp looking stake knife gripped in his pale and rather large hand.

I looked back up to look at his face, seeing an odd resemblance of myself surprisingly. Actually, now that I think about it...

Afraid to look into his eyes, my hand, with a mind of their own, shakily reached up to feel along the crevasses of his face, to feel what I was searching for and hoping not to find.

Unfortunately, I found it.

Finally, I looked up to see exactly what I suspected was there. A large, jagged scar was etched across his face, starting just above his left eye and ending on his right cheek; above his large and bright crimson red eyes.

The color of fresh blood.

When he saw me look into those morbid red eyes, his smile sickeningly widened if that was even possible.

"I found you, Cry. Now let's be together. FOREVER."

"N-no! S-stay away! You're not real!" I yelled, wishing to run and hide once again.

But, I knew no matter how far I ran or how well I hid, he would find me. He would catch me. He WILL kill me.

There's no where else to go. Years of running around this fucking hell house has done nothing but drive me crazy.

I've had enough.

SNAP


"-it's been a few weeks since teenager, Ryan Terry, has been reported missing. If anyone has anything to report on his whereabouts, please call-"

Turning off the radio, Ryan leaned back against the motel tub and smiled.

"Goodnight my dear Cry. It's time for happy dreams."

SLICE

"Let's bathe in our madness TOGETHER."

THE END