The Secret to Happiness

Krystle
Author: Krystle
Word Count: 1010
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Here are some true things about Katie.
Katie laughs more than anyone I know.
Katie is a thinker.
Katie has a wild imagination.
Katie has not been happy in a very long time.
What do you do when you work out that life, the world and everything you have done or ever will do is pointless? How do you go on when you’ve had your head rudely wrenched out of the sand it was so nicely buried in?
How do you deal?
Katie doesn’t know.
There’s no way of being happy, that’s for sure. You can enjoy brief moments of distraction, but that’s all you’ll ever get. It’s an illusion of happiness. Maybe happiness is just an illusion anyway. Maybe it’s not real. But whatever. Katie will never find it – illusion or not – and she knows this.
Which brings me back to my question – How do you deal?
Katie has a way. It’s not a very good way, in my opinion, but it’s a way none-the-less.
Would you like to know?
Let’s follow her, shall we?
Katie steps out her front door and pulls it shut behind her. She walks down her front steps and out into the mid-afternoon warmth. A short walk down the street brings her to a house. An hour is spent in this house, waiting; making idle chit-chat with people she doesn’t care about, who, likewise, care nothing about her. Then someone arrives. She is taken for a short drive to another house, there is an exchange and then she is returned. Finally, Katie walks home. She is now flat broke but, more importantly, she has a small package enclosed within the fingers of her left hand, which is, in turn, concealed within her pocket.
Katie will not sleep for the next three days.
The following three days will be spent recovering from the first three.
And on the seventh day, Katie will go for a walk again.
Katie keeps what she needs from the package, the rest she sells. It is enough to keep her going. This is how she lives. There is no thinking, no feeling, just existence.
There is no happy or sad. There’s an artificial imitation of joy – a kick; a buzz; a humming through the body; a feeling of freedom and love. Then this passes and there is emptiness. Nothing. The absence of feeling. The absence of self. Consciousness without life. A walking imitation of a living, breathing, feeling human being.
Here are some true things about Katie. Some really true things.
Katie is surrounded by life but takes no part in it. She has her secret force-field to protect her from it. There is plenty to laugh at when none of it is real to you.
Katie spends hours on end, staring at the roof of her bedroom, too tired to move, but her mind too active to sleep. So, she lies there, thinking. She has always been a thinker.
Katie is losing her grip on reality. Strange things are escaping her mind and manifesting themselves in the world around her. It is becoming difficult to differentiate between asleep and awake. She puts it down to her wild imagination.
Katie has not felt anything in a long time, let alone happiness.
She has destroyed her soul. But, her body goes on living, instinctively, basically. She will never stop.
Imagine a life without pain, a life without anguish. No tears, no loss, no hurt. Death cannot affect you, nor the passing of the years bother you. Fear is a distant childhood memory. The word self-esteem has no meaning for you. Appearance means nothing. No responsibilities, no commitments, no-one relying on you. Your life lacks things, but you don’t miss them. You float in a sea of calm.
Katie will never stop. Why would she? And besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. She has passed the point of no return. Her life has been emptied of everything that could possibly bring comfort, happiness or pleasure to a normal human being. She has no family, no friends, no talent, no abilities and no life. She has destroyed them all. Her mind has been damaged. If she stopped, she would have nothing, and no force-field to protect her from the vicious truth.
Sometimes she can see it, that thing: truth. It hovers, indistinctly, drifting in front of her eyes and then fleeing the moment she tries to fix on it. She knows it’s there but she also knows it can’t get to her. So long as she has her weekly package, it is stuck, hovering on the outskirts of her world; bound and gagged at the edge of her chemical oasis. It has grown over the years, louder, larger and more threatening. It has become an inhuman force, a beast that knows no mercy, no compassion, only vengeance and cruelty. More frightening than this, however, is the fact that it has become increasingly harder to contain. It doesn’t like being bound.
But none of that matters, not to Katie.
It is time for us to follow her again.
Katie steps out her front door and pulls it shut behind her. She walks down her front steps and out into a biting mid-afternoon breeze. A short walk down the street brings her to a house. A house that shouldn’t be empty. But one that is empty none-the-less. The front door stands open. The place has been gutted. It looks like they left in a hurry. An hour is spent in this house, making phone call after phone call until her battery goes dead. Nothing. There is nothing she can do.
Katie walks home, with a growing uneasiness. Her left hand is thrust, out of habit, into her pocket.

There is nothing she can do.

Truth, that monster she has kept at bay for so long, is freeing itself from its bonds. It is coming.

She looks around her
as the edges of her world
quietly
begin
to crumble.

The Secret to Happiness

  • Michael Efford

    Michael Efford, about 1 year ago

    wow! that was like a hot poker to the brain! beautiful imagery, place and feeling.

  • paulrocksyoursox

    paulrocksyoursox, about 1 year ago

    You have just put my feelings into words in this paragraph

    Imagine a life without pain, a life without anguish. No tears, no loss, no hurt. Death cannot affect you, nor the passing of the years bother you. Fear is a distant childhood memory. The word self-esteem has no meaning for you. Appearance means nothing. No responsibilities, no commitments, no-one relying on you. Your life lacks things, but you don’t miss them. You float in a sea of calm.

    But for me feeling this doesn’t mean I’m numb on a bed in a crack house, for me I’m feeling for filled on a beach in fiji

  • Knox

    Knox, about 1 year ago

    “How do you go on when you’ve had your head rudely wrenched out of the sand it was so nicely buried in?”

    Very powerful, and the more times I read it I can’t help but sypathize with with Katie. She is an interesting character, I would like to see he in a movie or on stage.
    But there is one thing about her philosophy I don’t understand, if she is a thinker and has a wild imagination, is there really ‘nothing’ for her?

    ...not bad.

  • home page

    home page, about 1 year ago

    Strong, intense, amazing. Written with elegance and empathy.

  • pinkelephant

    pinkelephant, about 1 year ago

    You’ve hit gold with the all-knowing narrator. Great device. I was completely drawn in.

  • crowe

    crowe, about 1 year ago

    Suffering, like happiness- is transitory. The good news is that suffering doesn’t last. The bad news is that neither does happiness. “Death cannot affect you.” This is the key- but only if your acceptance of death manifests itself in a positive way and not in resignation. Interesting read.

  • Kath Cashion

    Kath Cashion, about 1 year ago

    An irresistable title and a fantastic story. I like your style of storytelling.

  • kvanderjagt

    kvanderjagt, about 1 year ago

    you have a strong voice. Great stuff!

  • Mikey79

    Mikey79, about 1 year ago

    Great story, I liked it, but katie’s nihilism is worry.

  • Louise O'Brien

    Louise O'Brien, about 1 year ago

    Thanks Krystle – I really enjoyed this story. Interesting style.

  • Hogan

    Hogan, about 1 year ago

    ‘What do you do when you work out that life, the world and everything you have done or ever will do is pointless?’ – The answer? Krystle, you write. Please keep writing.

  • Damian

    Damian, 12 months ago

    Great story, I enjoyed the read. Loved the way you did the last paragraph, had it crumble away like Katie’s world.

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