THE young man leaned in the swivel chair and stepped foot on the desk, lounging and watching the humongous monitor where he could view the events that occurred outside while drinking a ridiculously priced bottle of champagne in his right hand.
He witnessed everything that happened before, during, and after Alejandro’s death, as well as reading the comments.
The man-made a radiant face. “The downtrodden young man... He died because of being unjustifiably charged with a crime of a sin he did not commit,” he said, howling with laughter throughout in the room he was.
“Who is as foolish as a nincompoop to commit suicide out of infatuation? The clichés!” he said as if Alejandro’s narrow-mindedness and imbecility disgusted him.
“Only fools kill themselves for the sake of love. They don’t consider what is more important: their life or that pestilent love that has no value compared to the life th
A FEW DAYS LATER, Alejandro’s family frantically searched for him everywhere, but until now they do not have any findings about him. They never stopped desperately seeking for him, day or night, even though they were told not to find him in the message, but it still prevailed in their hearts to look for him. “Sandro, where did he go? What happened to him?” Alejandro’s mother said as it overwhelmed her with so much emotion it’s swelling up and pouring out of her eyes. Sandro moved toward his wife. “Imelda, love. Maybe Alejandro was just hiding from us because he was still indignant with us when we shoved him out?” he said to his wife. “Just why did you kick him out, Sandro!” Alejandro’s mom said as if she surrounded by a low blue flame as she punched Sandro’s chest with minimum weight. “Love, Imelda. Alejandro has violated the law. We are not going to cover him up just because he is our
I HAVE a puerile innocence expression on my face when I look at the camera. "H-Hello to everyone! I’m Gavin D. Bautista,” I uttered while swinging my hands left and right in front of the camera. Can my parents watch me here?I laughed in my mind, 'Hahaha.' I am sure my parents will be happy if they know I am going to die.The surrounding fell in silence. Why no one is talking to me? Are they not fond of me? Is it just because no one likes me because I’m unfortunate? My despair overtook me suddenly.The man coughs. “Kid, what are you doing here?” asked a man wearing a black tracksuit that wrapped around his entire body.What is his name? Is he the one in charge here? It’s a good thing he spoke to me because I assumed he’d refuse to speak to me. Thanks, God.
AM I GOING to be punished today? Is this the last day I will ever see the surface of the earth? Is it okay for me to leave without informing my parents?Oh well, whatever.They had already predicted that I would die at a young age.It’s not a big deal to them if I disappear into the world like a bubble or maybe they wouldn’t be surprised if they just saw me in the river, floating without a life, haha.Even if I didn’t return to our house last night, I am sure that they aren’t looking for me right now.It has been imprinted in their minds for a long time that I will die at a young age, and they are not mistaken because what they declare is true. I will die early, haha.Can you tell me where I am now? I had arrived at my last destination, where I will commit suicide.I’m like a ticking time bomb on them, ready to detonate at any moment, and then I’ll die.So it didn’t matter to them if I
HUMAN LIFE is analogous to a material thing. At first, it will be more ridiculously expensive because many customers took interest in it because it’s new and trending, but its current worth will diminish over time as many people will start replacing it because they find better quality product than the first one, until it fully loses its value in the eyes of the people.That is exactly what happened in my life.At first, I felt love.I yawned after opening my eyes. I shifted my eyes and attempted to take a stand, but a firm grip on my thigh and homologous pairs restrained me, wrapped tightly around my tummy.“Mom and Dad... Your hand and foot are both quite hefty,” I said in hushed tones, and attempted to remove their hands away from me, but I could not remove them.What brute strength does a five-year-old child have compared to two grown-ups?
UNTIL MY WORTH began to dwindle.I smiled as I gazed up at the sky. I was outside our house because mom and dad were busy in our living room preparing food, seats, and tables.They will hold there my small birthday celebration.My birthday is just around the corner, and I’m looking forward to it! My birthday will begin exactly at three o’clock for snack time.I’m sure a lot of people will show up later, even those who weren’t invited to the party, to eat for free.I’m not against them, but the other guests bring their own Tupperware container to hide the foods prepared on the table to take home, given the fact that mom and dad have already given them enough food.Just like before, we were just surprised that the shanghai was gone from the table because other people had already pocketed it. They literally pocketed it because they
A FEW YEARS LATER, MY VALUE IS NO LONGER Important to them. I was watching at the dining room table where mom and dad were joyously eating with a five-year-old child and mom was busy feeding a food into his mouth. ‘They ate again without calling me to my room,’ I whispered to myself. I moved toward their place. “Mom, Dad, Good morning. What’s our food today?” I asked them, but I received no response. In their eyes, I’m just like ambient air; I exist, but they don’t see me. They are aware of my presence, yet they are nonchalant about it. My shoulder sagged as I walked into our living room and waited for them to finish eating. That’s what always happens every morning; I will wait for them to finish eating before I devour their leftovers. I laughed bitterly in my mind as if they still have enough food left for me because sometimes they only cooked a little, so that I don’t
AT MIDNIGHT, I was lying in bed waiting to be visited by drowsiness, but I couldn’t sleep no matter what I did. I rolled over on my bed and counted the sheep in my mind just to fall asleep, but my mind was still wide awake. My stomach boils with hunger, and I am chilling with coldness. “Mom and dad didn’t give me foods to eat,” I murmured to myself. “I’m hungry.” I touched my stomach and punched it several times, as if it would relieve my hunger when I did that. Mom had cooked fried chicken earlier, so I immediately left my room to go down and eat, but when I reached the kitchen, I had received none of the meal, and the rice in the rice cooker had taken off. There are only chicken bones on the table and burnt rice. To make matters worst, after they ate, I was the one who washed the dishes and cleaned up in our living room because there was a lot of clutter, Davin’s toys
I SAW Adrastos’ jaw tightened and the vein in his forehead almost exploded as he tried to prevent himself from exploding due to the extreme anger and annoyance flowing through his body caused by one of the live watchers of Live Suicide. The live watcher insisted on not killing me and said he would just buy me for one hundred thousand dollars to be treated as one of his animals. Adrastos gripped the mic tightly. “Mr. Charter, if you are still adamant about your ludicrous demands. I have no choice but to sweep away you from Live Suicide, and you cannot return no matter what you do.” “So, if you still want to stay here, then shut up and learn to listen to someone else who’s in a higher position than you,” he added firmly, almost sending shivers down my spine. I shook my head. Mr. Charter, if I were you, I’d simply keep quiet because he’s just crashing with herculean barricades. Yes, he is obscenely well-off, and he ha
AFTER hearing what he said, a sour grin grew over my lips, and the sins I had committed in the past several years raced through my head. "Who am I to label them as a demon? Who am I to condemn them simply because they do something wrong? What exactly am I? I reminded myself that I was Zacheus, a renowned demon. As a demon, I'm here in the hornet's nest. They are like me. I am just like them. We are all demons disguised as humans. The only difference is that the demons here intend to murder me in order to lessen the number of demons around the globe.At least they have a valid excuse to murder me... That is sufficient for me because I also have a compelling motive to kill myself. We only shared the same desire to get rid of the devil, who is causing evil to proliferate throughout the world."Please forgive me for what I said earlier. I was only overcome with fear and said those words," I murmured, looking tensely at the ground that was covered with gold and diamonds. "And you're corr
IN THE aftermath of Adrastos's statement, four guys came up to me and tied my hand. My eyes widened, and my pulse began to race. "Why do you have to bind my hand?" I questioned them and winced as a guy abruptly tightened the shackles on the hand when I dared to speak."Perhaps you're preparing to flee because your brain has suddenly changed and you don't want to die anymore," the guy in front of me said.My brow furrowed. Why would I even attempt to flee if I knew I couldn't? I'm curious now that I'm nearing the end of my life. I am not that frightened to death. I am stick to my plans that I would commit suicide even before I signed up to be a participant here. I am fortunate in that I will continue to earn money even after I die.I shall not squander this chance to atone for my faults in the world. This is the only opportunity I have to help my family and other people. And this the one and only time I will have the oppo
MY GLANCE fell on his, and my eyes widened in surprise. "What? Are you sure you meant what you said? Is it permissible for me to send a letter to my parents?" The fact that I continued asking him questions indicated that my brain was still having difficulty digesting what he was saying.If I had the ability to write a genuine letter, I would write a real letter because I have a lot to say to them that I didn't get to say since I left without informing them of my departure. They were also unaware that I had left home with the intent of committing myself. And at the very least, in the letter, I am able to convey all the things that I was unable to tell them in person. They are entitled to an explanation.I didn't want my parents to anticipate my return to our home. I don't want them to wait for an event that will never occur again."If you want to leave a message, you may do so. Do you like it or not?" he inquired of me.
"HAVE A pleasant evening, live viewers! I want to inform you that I spotted the individual who paid a large sum of money to assassinate our Suicider tonight! Are you ready to learn who he is and what manner of murdering he used to assassinate our Suicidal Individual?" Adrastos asked all people who were watching and waiting for me to perish immediately.After he stated that, the notification bell sounded numerous times, suggesting that they could no longer wait to find out what happened next.A smirk crept on my face. 'They're salivating at the prospect of seeing a victim die in front of them,' I said to myself.I know they want me to die tonight because they can no longer bear that I am still alive and breathing in the world as a result of the crimes I have done. I'm curious whether it's a passion for them to watch someone die in front of them, or if they just have a brain malfunction that allows them to accomplish
DO YOU want to be someone else's meal when you die? What if, instead of having your body buried six feet into the earth or cremated, you were used as food for others who were starving? When you're in the kitchen to be a food to others, what would you you feel? Would you be furious with them if you knew what they were doing was for the greater welfare of others?Will you become a part of other people's bodies if they devour your body in various ways? Can individuals sleep easily if they know that the food they ate was made from a dead human being? There are a lot of questions in my thoughts about cannibalism right now since it seems that I will be used as a dish later on by other people if I commit myself here in this world.It's a little frightening to consider that some of the meat we consume on a daily basis is derived from people rather than animals. And it's terrifying to consider that your body has devolved into food for other people. I
ADRASTOS' gaze was drawn to me all of a sudden. "Tonight, Live Suice has another immoral guy for us to punish! I'm aware that you already know his name and are aware of the offense he committed, but I feel compelled to mention him again for those who did not know his name or committed the fault done by our Suicider tonight. Zacheus Vincenzo is his name, and the evil he did was stealing people's taxes! He coerced his father into stealing from the treasury, despite his opposition. He is a self-centered youngster," he said.I shook my head as he introduced me to the crowd a second time. The Live Suicide notification bell rung repeatedly, indicating that a large number of individuals left a remark in the comment box.There seem to be an infinite number of negatives I shall get from them.As my thoughts moved to another realm, Adrastos spoke in front of me, and I returned to reality and focused on him. "I understand how enrag
WE CAME to a halt in front of a massive door, and they shoved me inside. I shifted my eyes throughout and there are many lights and cameras that encompassed the whole room. "What exactly is this? Are they about to assassinate me here? This room does not seem to be a murder scene, but rather a film set," I thought to myself."You go on the stage," the guy behind me ordered, pointing to the little platform crammed with cameras. There is also a mic stand placed there. Is this a concert that I attended? Is there singing contest so there is a mic placed there?Even though my mind was racing with questions, I obliged the guy's order and proceed towards the stage. As I ascended the platform, the light, microphone, and camera in front of me all went flash. I also seen the new face that was staring me in the face intently. Who is he? Is he the Adrastos to whom the guys who pursued me earlier referred? What is his function in this instance?&nb
"I AM going to enter the entrance, farewell," I informed them as I began walking towards the abandoned building's entrance, bypassing Azrail and Dabria.When I reached the door, I rolled my eyes and realized that this structure was rather ancient, judging by the damaged walls and filthy inside. Despite its unsightly and aged look, you can see that it is still capable of fighting till the next generation, as long as it is not struck by an earthquake, which would completely destroy it.I glanced around and saw that its construction was similar to that of a hotel, as I noticed an elevator that was broken and several rooms below. I'm curious as to whether this structure is livable at this point. Perhaps when it is repaired, it will regain its previous splendor and the building will be reinforced to accommodate the influx of people.While I was glancing around, someone spoke close to me, which caused me to jump in fear and my
THE THUMPING sounds in my chest made me feel as if I was about to hyperventilate. My mind and heart were debating whether I should be full of joy that I was about to die or panicked and terrified that this would be my last day on earth.I closed my eyes with a resounding sigh. “Zacheus, all you have to do is to be delightful. No one compelled you to commit yourself to Live Suicide; you chose to do it on your own. Take a stand for it. Imagine that you will sacrifice your life for the sake of your parents and others.” I pondered this for a moment.My mind is playing tricks on me, and I’m not sure whether I’m deceiving myself into making the choices I’m about to make. Maybe dying in Live Suicide is a better option than dying from my sickness, which would surely take my life if I don’t die here.And at the very least, if I die by Live Suicide, I will get a substantial sum of money that I c