A/N: Not much to say about this one-shot. Just another thing written to vent (really rough week for me, with my dad battling depression from a divorce and my fiancee's parents being assholes to her).

Rated for drug abuse, named after the Beatles song 'Happiness is a Warm Gun'

Happiness's Warm Gun

Summary: It was wrong. And yet, as Daniel sat slumped down with the needle in his arm, he felt happy until he saw death's hungry stare..

The burn.

Daniel loved it.

Some people do drugs because of depression. Some, out of curiosity. They wonder what it's really like to shoot up.

Daniel loved it for the thrill.

Nothing got him more excited than taking that warm gun and unloading the ammo into his bloodstream. The way he felt tranquil was unmatched. He was happy, even.

Happy despite the fact that he was losing himself each time he got high.

Happy despite each time, he was one step closer to the infinite dark blanket of death, waiting to fall softly upon his still breathing corpse.

Daniel dug through his pants pocket, his eyes wide with delight as he pulled out the needle, filled with his most recent batch of heroin.

He rolled up his sleeves and stabbed it into himself, craving that familiar burn. Only this time, it wouldn't end that way.

It was wrong. And yet, as Daniel sat slumped down with the needle in his arm, he felt happy until he saw death's hungry stare. Death fell upon him like a hungry fox, devouring him.

His body shook, his heart sped up, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Happiness's warm gun claimed yet another victim.

The needle didn't even get to hit the ground before his last breath left his lips.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome.

-DPLxBeAsTxSnIpE