Alert: Someone’s message you

Do you know what goes down inside that glowing screen you’re always facing? Do you know what
effect will it cause when you react to a simple post? Do you know what will happen as you enter the
comment you just typed? Do you know what is inside that unread message that just appeared in your
account?

Alert: New notification.

I saw a new tagged post from my friend. It seems like they have recorded a video of our long-time
enemy. In the video, she was with a man in the middle of the night and were approaching a cheap
motel. It was also obvious in the video that the man was about 15 to 20 years older than her. The
malicious thought flooded my head and my fingers tingled – and I snapped! I suddenly reacted “angry”
to the Facebook post without a second thought. I typed too fast without even noticing what my
comment was, but as I read my comment, I laughed. Instead of feeling a little bit of sympathy to the
person I was demoralizing, I felt proud and free. The comment I wrote? It was just a simple five-lettered
sentence with a message of pure evilness that can shatter the life of a person: “You are a slutty gold-
digger!”

Alert: New notification.

As expected, my comment blew up. It had about a thousand reactions and a hundred replies, but the
replies vary. Some added fuel to the fire, while others tried urging me to apologize. How pitiful, the
words they used to attack me didn’t even cause any effect to me. Why would I be sorry? What I said was
true. It was evident in the video. Now, the naughty person is acting like the victim.

Alert: New notification.

The woman in the video finally spoke up breaking the silence in her side. She stated that we were
wrong, we interpreted the video into something sexual yet it was just a simple act of love – especially to
your father. She declared that it was her father who was gone for too long that was in the video. She
was just laughing at a joke and she hugged her father due to missing him so much. There was nothing
controversial to that.
My friends and I were furious. People sided with her and we were blamed and bashed. We cannot
accept this, that was why we have come up with a plan that will destroy her. We bombarded her with
harsh replies and she became silent. Not long after the act we committed, she deactivated her account.
And that was the warning of the harbinger of darkness.

Alert: New message.

It was from my friend who took and posted the video.

Alert: New message.

 Another message, this time, it was from my friend who planned our thrilling scheme.

Alert: New message.

Lastly, it was a message from a man I don’t recognize – until I looked close enough. It was the same
man in the video, and at that moment, it struck me. She wasn’t lying.

Alert: She tried.

That was the message of the person who posted the victim’s ticket to oblivion.

Alert: She cried.

That was the message of an accomplice of the person who did the unspeakable action.

Alert: She died.

That was the message of the mourning father of the victim who was sent to nothingness. And that
was the moment that changed how I see the cyber-life.
 The Antagonist is the Protagonist

I'm standing on the halfway and the dim covered until in midday. I watch all the lights turn on and
off...and on..and off...and on...and off...as they fall, as they fade, as they're gone. I can feel my blood
embracing the poison. Solitary thoughts made me bias. I don't stalk the night, they say that I am it. I do
not fear the dark, cause I'm blinded for it. I am the antagonist. I'm not hulled up in darkness but is the
darkness really me? I am now devouring the fantasy so fast that I couldn't see where my feet were
running.

Let me tell you a story. One specific story that was my favorite chiller. I almost burnt out like a sad,
hanging courtyard ship remembering all the memories. I am a tragic. I wipe my tears as I lean back
against the red brick wall, half concealed in shadow while holding a pen. This pen is my life. I started to
write something, something that was vulnerable. Something that was weird and not normal for normal
people. I was good at writing but my fingers failed when I started to write about myself.

Many times, I have been wondering, every story is just the same. There's the protagonist, and there's
the antagonist. And yes, protagonists always win, antagonists are always the losers. But I can't help but
to question myself, why does everything go for the protagonists? this little antagonist has nothing to do
with her life. I have nothing to do with my life. Many voices around me, who takes great pleasure on
putting me down, on everything, all the time that as if I am the center of their universe. And scratch
that--, I am not the center of the universe because I am the universe.

"Transmute yourself into something else."--- they said but I can't and I'm sorry if my metaphors will
seem dark and dead because this is me. A personality cocooned by fears and tears. My head is full of
dark thoughts. And when the loneliness gets too much, all I want is to close the door and feel the
presence of darkness. Many people fear the dark, but there is nothing out there, nothing to be afraid of
for as in the darkness you don't have to hide, you don't have to lie. The darkness is turning you into
what it is. Infact, these shadows shelter me every night.

See from a far, there's this beautiful stars, sharing our own stories. But do you believe me if I say
that I'm afraid in any objects in space? Because they are all the same, they burn out fast, so it won’t last.
Hush...we can't change the fact that everything is temporary...that every pages of our sobbing book has
it's last chapter. And I know it's a weird thing, but there are many things in this world that I still fear, and
will forever be frightened of but the darkness will always be an exception.

It's midnight, and I'm sitting outside. Inhaling the cool, soft air. Goosebumps rise upon my thin
exhausted arms as I watch all the lights turn on..off..on..off..on..off..as they fall, as they fade, as they're
gone. They are all gone. So I can do whatever I want. I can play in the dark side, no light can break
through the shadows well. They said that I am the freaking antagonist here--no darling, it's just...this is
my story. And in my story, the Protagonist is my twin sister. Just like me, she's got such fierce to her
moral code.This what-you-called "antagonist" was a strong woman, she's been through a lot. No one
can break her crown. Darling, the antagonist is the protagonist.