The Pursuit of Happiness

Armageddon laughed as the twins made total asses of themselves. They didn't even have to try this hard to make her laugh, when Armageddon was with them she could laugh at anything. She could look at a sponge and almost stop breathing from laughing so hard, that was just the kind of person she was with them. A very happy one.

But now, what was she? When she thought about all that, she felt like another person, someone far from being that happy girl that lived a happy, perfect life. Now, she was a hostile person that snapped every time someone spoke to her. Not that many people did. The only ones who did were the Dixon brothers, and most of the time they had it coming.

Armageddon often wondered why they had moved from Ireland. They met there, they had all their special moments there, so why move to Boston? One reason: to make new memories... and because she got a scholarship in one of the colleges there. Well, it wasn't too bad there, she thought to herself, Con, Murph and her did often think about going to the States, so why not just move there?

"Why didn't we just stay in Ireland?" Armageddon mumbled to herself and rubbed her temples. She was sitting outside, enjoying being as far away from the Dixon brothers as she was allowed. She laughed at herself bitterly. Listen to yourself! 'As far as they allow me to'. You're a fucking joke. Her hands turned into fists and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands in fury. It wasn't the fact that she was being treated like this that really pissed her off, it was the fact that she actually let them. That she became this little submissive bitch they had wrapped around their fingers.

"Fuck them" She mumbled and hugged her knees to her chest. "Fuck them!" That was the best way she could stand up for herself. Or that's what she thought. To curse them under her breath. Again, she laughed at herself bitterly. But now, worse thoughts invaded her mind. Why don't you just go kill yourself? Admit it, you know that you'll be better off. She fiddled with a pocket knife she found some time ago and wondered what technique she should use.

Right before she put the knife to her wrists, she realized something. By killing herself she'd be letting them win. And she'd also be failing Con and Murph, the men she had vowed to find and reunite with. So, Armageddon dropped the pocket knife and closed her eyes, trying her best to focus on a good memory of her two husbands.

"I love you, beautiful" Murph told her and kissed her on the cheek. Armageddon smiled brightly and met Con's eyes. He kissed her on the lips and said nothing, his kiss said everything.
"I love you guys" She told them sincerely.

She drew a sharp breath fought back the tears. I'm never going to see them again, that thought echoed in her ears and it made her feel even worse. She pursed her lips and clasped her eyes shut. Stop acting like this! She commanded. Stop before someone sees you like this. The thought of one of the Dixon brothers finding her like this was enough motivation for her to stop and poker face through this. Though, when she opened her eyes she saw she was still alone. Get used to it, a bitter voice said in her mind, you'll be facing moments like this more times than you can count.