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I started crying while remembering my last latter for my parents. Flashback Dear Mummy and Papa, I am sorry for doing this but I can't get marry now. I want to go for higher studies and I am going. Sorry I can't tell you where I am going and when I will be return but I promise when I come back you both will be proud of me. I am sorry Papa. I know you don't want me go for higher studies but I want to achieve my dreams Papa. I love you both. Your Anika. Flashback End

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He's remembering her laugh. "Can I see?" The question leapt out, sharp and brittle as breaking glass. He looked up, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure?" He held out the phone. My fingers were cold as I took it. The screen was bright in the dim room. It was, as promised, a dumb meme- a photoshopped picture of a famous building with a ridiculous caption about architects. The group chat was labeled "The Drafting Table." The last three senders were Ben, another old friend, Ben again. The shame was immediate, corrosive, flooding my veins with heat. I had barged into an innocent moment and exposed the festering sickness of my own mind. I thrust the phone back at him as if it had burned me.

--- Flashback: Memories of Another Life Broken Prior to Birth A flashback occurred suddenly and violently and produced a wave of pain and discomfort similar to opening an old wound. This flashback occurred from another lifetime, one that helped shape Shylie into the person she is today, but nearly broke her. She was once again sixteen years old, trapped inside a van, feeling the chill of metal below her and pressed tightly against her eyes by the coarse material of a blindfold making it difficult for her to determine any direction. The world outside faded away to become consumed by the overwhelming darkness of fear.

Then a flood. I clicked on the first one. It was a link to a group chat, a massive, public school feed. My stomach dropped through the floorboards. The video loaded in high definition, the screen glowing in the dark room, casting a sick, ghostly blue light over my face. I watched myself, two nights ago, curled in a ball on the sticky club floor. I watched as Connor’s boot connected with my side. I heard the laughter loud, distorted, and cruel. The caption read: Ugly duckling got what he deserved for making a move on Derek Miller. Horny pants. Who does he think he is?

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Heartbeat thumping loud and strong. The baby flips, tiny hand raised like it’s waving. Or flipping the camera off. The chat explodes. 20 million viewers watch my baby give the middle finger to the world. I smile (small and sharp). “There’s your sympathy.” I end the live. The internet loses its mind. #BabyFlipOff trends worldwide in minutes. Memes flood in, the ultrasound with clown makeup on Amara’s face, the baby with sunglasses and a crown. Amara’s podcast clip is ratioed to hell. Her mentions are a war zone.

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A construction. 🌙 The First Glitch Suddenly— A memory appeared inside his mind. 🌙 His seventh birthday. A chocolate cake. His mother smiling. Ayesha laughing. Candles glowing. 🎂 A normal memory. A happy memory. ❤️ Then something strange happened. The memory paused. Like a broken video. 📼 The people stopped moving. The flames froze. The smiles disappeared. 💀 And for one horrifying second… Every person in the memory turned toward him.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.