Happy Life

Luck strolled down the familiar streets of his neighborhood, the warm rays of the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. It was a peaceful scene, one that filled him with a sense of comfort and belonging.

As he approached his house, a voice called out to him from across the street. "Hey there, Luck!" a neighbor called, waving enthusiastically.

Luck returned the wave with a smile, but as he did, a sudden wave of uncertainty washed over him. Luck... why was he named Luck? It was a strange name, he realized, one that stood out among the more common monikers of his classmates.

Shaking off the thought, he continued on his way, eager to get home after a long day at school. But as he stepped through the front door, the question lingered in the back of his mind like a persistent itch.

"Mom, I'm home," Luck called out as he kicked off his shoes and made his way to the kitchen.

His mother looked up from where she was preparing dinner, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Welcome home, sweetie. How was school?"

Luck shrugged, busying himself with rummaging through the fridge for a snack. "It was fine," he replied nonchalantly. "Just the usual."

His mother raised an eyebrow, sensing his distraction. "Is something on your mind, dear?"

Luck hesitated, unsure of how to voice his sudden unease. "It's nothing, really," he muttered, grabbing a piece of fruit from the bowl on the counter. "I think I'm just tired from the day."

His mother gave him a knowing look, but wisely chose not to press the issue. "Well, why don't you go take a shower and relax for a bit? Dinner will be ready soon."

Nodding in agreement, Luck made his way upstairs to the bathroom, his mind still swirling with unanswered questions. As he stepped into the warmth of the shower, he let the water wash over him, hoping to wash away the lingering doubts that plagued his thoughts.

But try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. It was as if he were living in a dream, a strange and unsettling illusion that he couldn't quite wake up from.

As he dried himself off and dressed in fresh clothes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over him. It was as if the world around him were slowly unraveling, revealing a truth that he was not yet ready to face.

With a heavy sigh, he made his way back downstairs to join his family for dinner. But as he entered the kitchen, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap, that the smiling faces of his loved ones were nothing more than masks hiding a darker truth.

Dinner passed in a blur, the conversation flowing around him like water, but he couldn't bring himself to focus on anything other than the gnawing feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach.

As the evening wore on, Luck found himself retreating to his room, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings of his own space. But even there, he couldn't escape the sense of wrongness that seemed to permeate every corner of his existence.

He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as his thoughts raced in circles. What was happening to him? Was he losing his mind, or was there something more sinister at play?

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, a sudden noise jolted him awake. He sat up in bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he strained to listen.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway outside his room, slow and deliberate. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as a sense of dread washed over him.

The footsteps drew closer, until they stopped just outside his door. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of his own ragged breathing.

And then, without warning, the door creaked open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway.

Luck's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the figure, his mind racing with fear and confusion. Who was this person, and what did they want with him?

But as the figure stepped into the room, a wave of recognition washed over Luck, sending a chill down his spine. It was his mother, or at least, someone who looked like her.

But there was something off about her, something in the way she moved, the way she looked at him with eyes that seemed to glimmer with a strange, otherworldly light.

"Mom?" Luck whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.

The figure smiled, but it was not the warm, comforting smile of his mother. It was a cold, calculating smile, one that sent shivers down his spine.

"Hello, Luck," the figure said, her voice icy and devoid of emotion. "We need to talk."

The figure gestured for him to follow her, her expression unreadable. "Please come, Luck," she said, her voice oddly flat.

With hesitant steps, Luck crossed the threshold out his room, the air thick with tension. He entered his parents room and sat on the edge of their bed in the middle of them.

Their room looked neat and orderly, devoid of any mess. In the middle of the room there was a cold glass of water, its allure radiated freshness...

"What's going on?" Luck asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

His father cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Son, there's something we need to tell you," he began, his words heavy with emotion. "Your mother and I... we've been struggling financially for some time now. And, well... I lost my job."

The words hit Luck like a physical blow, his mind reeling with disbelief. "What do you mean, you lost your job?" he exclaimed, his voice rising with panic overflooding his previous fear.

His parents exchanged a look, their expressions grim. "I'm sorry, Luck," his father said quietly. "I did everything I could to keep it from you, but... we can't afford to stay here anymore. We're going to have to sell the house."

The room spun around Luck, his thoughts whirling in confusion. Sell the house? Move away? It was all too much to process. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision swimming as he struggled to make sense of the situation.

Desperate for some semblance of normalcy, Luck reached for the glass of water sitting on the bedside table, his hands trembling as he brought it to his lips. But as the cool liquid touched his tongue, a sudden darkness descended upon him, swallowing him whole.

And then, just like that, everything went black