Yellow is Deadly

02. Dummy Still In the Works

Why did I end up here? Why am I on this page? And why am I deciding on what to name myself? Ezekiel thought to himself as he is signing up for Facebook. I want to be me. He thought as he typed Zeke Rogers, a name he just thought at the moment. He finished signing up after a while. He uploaded a vague picture of himself, showing only his left jawline and neck.

Why am I even doing this? Why am I even following his words? But he knew what was going on. Ever since he got busy making this dummy account, he had not thought of being lost, or even killing himself. As he was at the last step of setting his profile, he was adding friends to his account. He added lots of them, some he does not know. As he was scrolling to potential people he wants to be friends with, a notification beeped. Someone has accepted his friend request, the first person to accept.

Is this person dumb? He asked as he looked at the profile. Zia Santos. Whoever she is, she's one dumb person? Why would she accept anyone though? He thought and laughed at himself for asking that. How hypocritical of him, judging someone who is accepting his friend request when it was him who sent it in the first place. He stalked her profile, looking at her pictures, posts, and info. She has everything displayed. All! Even her contact number. All he could think was how many people have gotten hold of her identity. He was still scrolling through her feed when he was notified by a message.

Zia waved at you.

Is this girl mad? She's a magnet of identity thief and scammers.

Zia: akfbafngekbn

He was so confused with this girl's purpose, she must've been out of her mind. He just ignored the message. Maybe this girl's just drunk or she must've butt-accepted his friend request and butt-sent him a message. He finally decided to let things be, with suicide out of his mind, he decided to take a long bath before going to sleep. As he was taking his bath, it occurred to him that it has been a while since he felt fine. Every day is a battle he has no chance of winning. He had been told that he was a master of his own fate but he can't just muster up the strength to be himself. It had been a while, ever since that happened. All he could remember are the faces of all those fake friends, the loneliness brought by his own parents. He could live the life he wanted, he just can't do it.

After dressing up, he got a book on his bedside table. Just some random book he got on sale. It was stating things that the things he needed to know now were already taught in kindergarten. He had always wanted to start the book, wanted to know the things he could've done and shouldn't have done to change things. As he was on his first page, his phone notified him of a message.

Zia: sorry my cat was doing things

Ezekiel laughed at this. The lamest excuse he had ever read. And what does she mean by her cat doing things? Damn this girl is funny as fuck. He can't help himself so he decided to reply.

Zeke: what was the cat doing?

Zia: lol sorry that sounded bad haha

Zeke: i dont mind bad 😉

Zia: my cat does

Ezekiel can't help but find this girl so confusing. This Zia is the first one to initiate the conversation yet she's the one brushing him off. He decided to ignore her last message. 

Zia: who are you btw

Zia: is this some kind of a cult or something?

Zia: this dummy stuff?

Is she really asking me this? He thought as he read her message. She was the one who accepted the request when she could've just ignored or deleted it. Why is she even blaming me for this stuff?

Zeke: u mad?

Zia: nope

Girl? He's about to lose his mind with this little thing. He had a sudden urge to strangle her, she's just as annoying as he thought she was. He decided to ignore her until she forgets about him.

Zia: you cant just add me on facebook and not talk to me

WHAT?! The nerve of this lady. He just wanna go on and be done with it. Ignore, block whatever he can do to get this lady out of his system. This dummy thing, it was fun while it lasted.

Zia: u dummy

Zia: i know who you are Zeke Rogers hahahahahaha

Zia: is this a recruitment for Frontrow? UNO? 

He laughed so hard after reading her messages. What? She thought I was from a networking company? This girl is unpredictable and irritatingly amusing. He thought with a smile on his face. He thought of a reply before going to sleep. 

Zeke: Go home Zia, you're drunk.

After sending it, he settled in for the night. Not knowing how long the night can be.