Prompt 1: At the end of the story they realized that they were the villain.
Paranoia
Three childhood friends with three different personalities, different stories but have only one goal. One goal that they’ve been fighting for, they’ve been aiming for to succeed. It is to eradicate all the bad people, all the villains. These three childhood friends named Zero, Juan and Ten. Their bond ever since is very strong. They share the same sadness, the same pain and the same madness. Zero became a victim of being a pushover in the eyes of the people around him. All the favor they ask, all the things that they want from him, they could take it easily from him because he would always give in and tried to understand the people around him. Juan, he became a victim of being taken for granted. People around him took him for granted. Juan will always do everything for them, for the people. Even without realizing its own worth. Even if he’s hurting, even if the people around him causes the pain that he felt. But still he tried to understand the people. Ten, the last one. Ten became the victim of the gossip. People will always spread rumors about him but still he still understood them. All of them have tried to understand the people around them not until the malice devour their purified heart. Not until malice have tainted their innocence. Malice is what made them to seek for revenge. They’re all the victim in their own stories. They should be the heroine is what they thought. Having a soft heart is their weakness and they realize they have to be strong for them to become a heroine. They let the people suffer, they let the people feel their pain because they already know that people will never understand them. They thought they have no choice but to hurt them all. They thought if they hurt them, people will fear them and will look up with them. People will realize their true worth. But these evil thoughts became darker. People didn’t give up, they thought to themselves that truth, justice and peace will come to light. And one person didn’t disapproved the people. One person made the three realize that they’re not the victim nor the heroine anymore. Mortified, Zero, Juan and Ten can’t accept the reality that they’re wrong. It feels like they’re in a horror story. All along they claimed that they’re the victim, that they’re the heroine.
“You’re the villain of your own stories!” Vein shouted at the top of her lungs. Vein is that one person who stood out among people that the trios have hurted. Vein is the true hero for the people. When their voices, their loudest scream cannot hear, Vein is really Vein. It’s like Vein dived into the trios body and make herself connect into their mind and heart for them to realize the reality. Paranoia. Zero, Juan and Ten acted that they’re always the victim. When Zero give something to people, he will also take something bigger from them. When Juan do something for people, he will always put you in his lists, as if you’re forever indebted to him. When Ten became the gossip, it’s because it’s the truth, it’s not just a rumor, Ten will never tell the truth as if by telling is such a beating for him, his lies became bigger and bigger until people will never believe him. These trios were wrong. They became the villain of their own stories. They didn’t win against themselves. They let the malice ate them up.
They said that truth really hurts. And it’s true. People should accept the reality, the truth. They should not let themselves to be eaten up by their own pain. Instead, they should embrace it. The trios should not think that they’re the only ones whose capable of hurting, of feeling pain. Because all of us does to. All people are different but we are all the same. The same because we all have or we all share all the pain. If someone do something wrong to you, you shouldn’t take revenge. Instead, be good to them. Be good to them because they are just people just like you. Sometimes, we do something that we didn’t mean to. And I hope that we people shouldn’t do anything that we’re going to regret.
Prompt 1: At the end of the story they realized that they were the villain.
Our Silenced Ballads
It starts to rain. The lightning flashes its magnificent might. Then thunder echoed in my ears. But it took seconds before I heard its rumbling. I am hearing the past.
Our ballad. A History. The night is cold and serene. Souls seem fine and have their own way or connection. I gaze at the night sky, I know you are looking too. The kilometers separating us is never a hindrance, a bearable gap. The stars are in bloom. The moon uniting us. You tell me about your happiness. The day your eyes spotted mine. How you navigated my character. How i felt that same overflowing joy. How your have bursted into different colors, a glorious supernova. And now, we are talking about our chapters. How our lives emerged from each story we have. That without every circumstance, we will never know about ourselves being conquerors. Yes, Earth continuously rotating - time being ignored. Because we are launching deeper. Such moments make us more worth keeping. Smiles and laughters make us value each other more. the cosmos fascinated on how we were molded through. Star by star, it is our infinite moment. Star by star, everything contributes to the constellation of us.
The Present. A Reality. Everything illuminates. The night sky is deceiving. Betelgeuse in Orion is about a hundred light years away. If it exploded tomorrow, we wouldn't know about it for centuries. Because as we look up, we see the past. The night sky lures me to look up, letting me use the past. Our past written in the vast sky. Oh, how I love our past. Memories which keep on haunting me. Just look up and appreciate the old us - our silenced ballads. Unfortunately, things will stay like this. Future is of no hope to be told. Our future chained on how things were.
The fault. A Realization. How I wish for that day to be rewinded. I remember how the river flowed from your eyes. What, remembering it gives me guilt, a feeling or remorse. I will never free myself from that memory. I will just say this. I am sorry for not hearing your explanation. For not knowing your side. I am sorry for I let you cry in the middle of a storm. I apologize for letting you go. It is my fault. Realizing now that I am the antagonist. An unexpected villain. A cold-hearted villain.
A meteorite passes by,
With its tail of fire,
The heart which grew cold,
Screams with pain and desire,
"ignite me."
Prompt 1: At the end of the story they realized that they were the villain.
Another day, another persona I feel. Isn't life interesting? But one thing remains unchanging for me...
Same routine, same thoughts and same places. Just another greetings I received from a so called friend. We entered the class and she kept on talking. Maybe about her weekends or how she has a fight with an online friend or so. I didn't respond, as usual. After hours of complex sciences and maths comes my most unwanted time, lunch. My friend is still with me handing a glass of water, again as usual. As I stare blankly on my plate, she chatters twice as much.
Classes. School works. Greetings and goodbyes. That's just how my days worked. My thoughts drifts away. My emotions, I don't even know its definition. And as usual, at the end of the day, I always find myself staring blankly near this beautiful deep river. I cry, as usual. I stand at the same cliff, as usual. I go home, as usual, like a coward.
Another day, same routine, same thoughts and same places. Or was it? A classmate came rushing in our room saying Maria died. The name continues to echo in my mind. Maria? Who was she again? I gasp as I felt different today. Received no greetings, no glass of water, no storytelling, and not Maria. It was my friend who died. My classmate continued to disseminate information on her death saying it was suicide.
Who was I again? I doubt everything about me. This is my story! This is my thought! But is it really?
I sob every night and had a realization, I am a mystery to myself. I don't think people will even know who they are. Because what makes like interesting is the unknown. The thing that remains unchanging for me is the thought I could've saved my friend. I could have.