Prologue

They say that I am a completely different person when I am on my earphones. Walking back and forth, pretending I am performing in front of ten thousand individuals. When I hear my heart thump, I know already that he is watching me. It is even weirder that whenever I put my earphones on and, that scenario comes in. My eyes always witness how the walls cave in.

Upon creating this whole new universe, I knew that it would be hard for me to identify which is real and which is not, but I want to escape reality and create my plot. My life right now is like pressing the ESC button one hundred times just to remove this unwanted program in my life. Maybe I have been programmed to be tethered in this surreal universe where I am the main character, and I can control everything, and I am just like, "Yeah, this is what I want." When in fact, I am the puppet.

There is a resemblance between my life and earphones. One cable splits into two – one left one right. At first glance, my life is a straight line, but it splits into two, one for reality and one for fiction, but it starts to confuse me as the melody of the other is in contrast with the other one.

My whole life revolves around music and poetry. Because of the enormous imagination that I have, I am starting to believe that the letters of my name are the new musical notes "R E I G N." But the funny thing is that, they make the worst combination of melody and that explains my life.

My mom and dad passed away and I'm living with my aunt with her two daughters and one son. I work as a student tutor and I write essays, edit videos, and compose poems and song lyrics for my classmates in exchange for money. My aunt hates me a lot as well as her minions (her children born straight out of hell). The money that I get from tutoring is not enough to sustain their needs. I am not supposed to do it, but they will kick me out, and I don't know where to go if that happens. I don't really have that much friends because I don't talk that much or maybe they see me as the outcast. They think I'm weird which is true.

One time, Lara Verel caught me daydreaming and whispering words while writing them in my old diary. I couldn’t control it. I was supposed to write an essay, but a song triggered me, and I started daydreaming and whispering words and writing them in messy handwriting. The feeling when you put your earphones on and that song starts to play, your body starts to show these signs that you are not in reality anymore. There are times a man wearing a brown hoodie jacket appears in a distance. I couldn’t see his face. Maybe it is an omen of death in a hoodie jacket. Who would have thought that the omen has fashion sense more than I?

Lara told everyone that I am a psychopath and I am okay with it if they let me be smashing doors in a hotel with an axe, and say Reign in a creepy voice and squeal. I imagine myself squealing like cats in their midnight mating session. I wouldn't blame myself for becoming a psychopath because they are the ones who made me a psychopath, and when they question me about it, you would already know the real definition of STUPIDITY.

Maybe it is true that life is just a blip. You don't know if you still have ten thousand tomorrows or twenty. If I could beg God that when I die, I don't go to heaven or hell, instead I will live in the universe that I created. The universe that became my escape button from the uncertainty of reality. My life splits into two, reality and fiction but is it possible that their in contrast melody can turn into a new anthem? An anthem that shows that fiction is no different from reality and they can merge together to save someone and even yourself.