DIGITALIZED

A/N: It has been a long time since I wrote something. I got caught up in school works and other stuff. I will do my best to keep up with my writing

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU SING LIKE THAT?!" Our choirmaster complained, his voice echoing around the music room and the hallway outside. His eyes are furious, his knuckles whitening. It won't be long before some papers fly towards anyone, or even worse, the piano keyboard. "You guys are a shame! You sound way to digital!" He continues as most of us just stare blankly at him, not caring. I, on the other hand, feel ashamed of myself and just stared at the floor for I am not worthy to look at someone who is "absolute".

I went home, with a heavy heart, for it is another day full of problems and I'm surrounded with thick-skinned people. I can detect some who are aware of the situation but they are also dealing with problems. My group chats are very noisy, talking about nonsense that shows them they became a part of the system; we are no longer subjects that participate but objects that became blinded from the truth.

Upon reaching home, I quickly went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. My eyes are brown, my nose, ears and mouth fine. Everything is fine, is it? I don't know. I am afraid that I'll become a part of the system, a system full of lies. Just then, my lights went off. I found myself still facing the mirror but there is someone at my left shoulder. He looks young and has a sinister smile in his face.

"You! You're supposed to be dead!" I screamed, glaring at my left shoulder. "Of course I am; so are you!" His voice is deep and he cackled, sending shivers down my spine. He then rolled up my jacket sleeves and held my left wrist tightly. "Thanks to you, I'm back; back to torment you once again." He snickered, tightening his hold on my wrist. I winced, trying to break away from his devilish presence.

"Such a shame, you let yourself be open to the world. You can't relate, you are not updated, YOU ARE LAME. How can you live like this? You should have focused more to the internet and all of its funny stuff when I was still alive." He's taunting me, trying to recapture my old ways. "I have changed. What's wrong with that?" I asked him. He just cackled. "You?! Changed?! Impossible! You is still you, no matter what you do, you are still numb, numb like the rest of the world!" Now, I'm furious. "I AM NOT NUMB. I AM DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE!" I shouted, elbowing him in the stomach, until he let my wrist free. I ran away as fast as I can but he beat me.

He held my left wrist with his blade like claws so tight that it hurts... a lot. I screamed, agonizing at the pain. "At least you are true to yourself." He said, still holding my wrist. Tears start to fall from my eyes as I moan with discomfort. Minutes later, he let go of me and walked away. "I'll be back to finish you off...soon." He spoke as he faded into binary codes. The lights went back on and I'm still at the bathroom, still staring at the mirror with tears on my faces. I have decided to take a bath, to ease my mind, body and the aching parts. Once I'm done, I changed my clothes and went to my bedroom.

Where did I go wrong? Why do feel this way? I opened the window and looked at the city nightlife. The artificial lights have fogged the lights from the dead stars above. I can only see the moon, the lonely satellite that is also drifting away.

The rest of the world seems to busy staring at their phones or their gods. Too busy to care about the rest of the world, our fellow human beings in poverty are left unattended. Technology, the vital thing to improve our lives is enslaving many of us. I was, but then my eyes opened. I've seen more wonders beyond the internet, a chance to sustain without solely focusing on technological improvements. Even in social life, I barely see little talks now. Mostly spend their time, talking through the social media that we don't make time for each other. I feel sorry for me and for everyone else. We have become digitalized; controlled by the very thing we humans have created.

I should prepare myself for that digital demon will come back for me and I might lose myself... forever. He knows what I feel, he knows my past and future self. He knows my very being... for that monster... was me.