I woke up in a void, I couldn\u2019t explain or describe it. The only thing I remember is that, I committed suicide under the pressure of cyber-bullying. I heard something but I was too dull to care about it. \u201cWake up.\u201d The mysterious voice echoed in the void. This shouldn\u2019t happen, there\u2019re no walls in this void, so there shouldn\u2019t be echo. I kept doubting and I needed to know what\u2019s happening. \u201cWake up.\u201d The mysterious voice said again. Not echo this time, but a black giant chained hand caught me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I opened my eyes again. Not in the void, but an apartment decorated with a lot of warm-colored furniture. A little girl looked at me full of expectations. \u201cNo one has ever looked at me like this in my tragic life.\u201d I thought. I didn\u2019t even got any idea of what was going on right then. My POV was weird too, it seemed like I was lying on a table. I couldn\u2019t even feel my body. The left side of my sight was just pitch black. Everything was so weird and unexplainable. I\u2019d had enough of the crap happening to me! But suddenly, that little girl picked me up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait what?\u201d I shouted in my heart. I could hear myself but she couldn\u2019t. She was holding the side of me and a glowing apple logo appeared in the left side of my sight. It\u2019s a famous iPhone brand. With the various clues, then I knew. I was not anything but an iPhone. The left side of my sight was my screen. The little girl, or my owner, was already clicking me, I felt nothing though. I thought it tickled. As my owner was installing and playing her favorite games, I started brainstorming about the question of, \u201cWhy am I a phone?\u201d I could only think of one most likely but unbelievable possibility \u2014 Transmigration.
I was still thinking until I saw Instagram on her screen. How ironic! This was the very app that made me kill myself due to cyber-bullying. I\u2019d started posting stuff about my daily life after I watched a show. I thought it could fulfill my life and make me famous. Turned out people treated my vlog as a comedy and left toxic comments. I thought it was just some haters. Well, not just some, but a lot of haters. I started to avoid socializing and became more of a homebody. I wanted to stop her from repeating my mistakes, but what could I do? I didn\u2019t care anyway, it\u2019s not my business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAvery! Breakfast is ready.\u201d A mature woman\u2019s voice sounded. It must be her mom. Avery picked me up and went to the dining table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAvery, do you like your Christmas present?\u201d Her mom asked. I was more confident about the fact that I\u2019d been transmigrated. I committed suicide on Christmas Eve night. It\u2019s 8 o\u2019clock in the morning now, December twenty-fifth. Well, the timeline matched. I wondered if my family prepared any presents or meals for me. Such a pity, I wouldn\u2019t be able to spend Christmas with them this year. Someone switched on the television. It\u2019s Avery\u2019s Dad. The TV started playing the news, \u201cA fourteen year old student, also a vlogger on Instagram, committed suicide by leaping from his own apartment on Christmas Eve. It is initially estimated that the suicide was caused by cyber-bullying.\u201d I guessed I made the headlines and became famous. At least I reached my goal of being famous, but not fulfilling my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s pitiful, he\u2019s only 14 years old. He could have a shining life and a bright future. Rest in peace.\u201d Avery\u2019s dad said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf I\u2019d had one more chance, I would still jump off. I have so much less to care about now.\u201d I thought, \u201cNo one knows what I have gone through and they will never have the permission to judge.\u201d
It\u2019d been six months since I was transmigrated to an iPhone. Avery used me to listen to music and communicate with her new friends. Her favorite music was \u201cPov\u201d by Ariana Grande. She also decorated me with different kinds of phone cases and wallpaper. I felt really warm just like we were best friends. I never felt this in the past. Avery was doing really well on her relationships with her schoolmates. I hoped I could be like her. She posted selfies and her travel photos, and a lot of people liked them. We spent almost ten hours a day facing each other. It felt like we had become part of each other\u2019s life in just half a year. I no longer cared about my past life. Even though I was just a phone, I was trying to live my best life this time. But these few weeks, Avery was getting worse in her relationships. Rumors and gossip about her appeared as some people started making things up. Avery never treated people badly. I couldn\u2019t understand why it would happen. I started to have a bad omen for this.
Three months passed again. Avery posted a selfie as usual. Instead of likes, those toxic comments popped up again. These people would never know how their words hurt a person. I couldn\u2019t do anything and Avery saw these comments. As these comments overlay, Avery\u2019s depression got more and more serious. I didn\u2019t want anyone to repeat my mistake. Avery now locked the door every time she got back home and wouldn\u2019t face anyone. She deleted her Instagram but people still got a way to attack her through the internet. The Internet is a double-edged sword. People spread information without taking the responsibility and so they didn\u2019t even think about the results. These messages got more aggressive and toxic over time. Avery was not a mentally weak girl, but still she\u2019s so affected by these negative stuff people left her. She cared too much about others’ opinions even though it\u2019s literally nonsense.
It\u2019s Christmas Eve, I hated this day. Avery was lying on the bed again and wouldn\u2019t face anyone. I hoped she could tell others the problem, since I couldn\u2019t help her. She received a message, \u201cI hope you\u2019ll die like the 14-year-old loser last year. You\u2019re literally a waste of time.\u201d Avery burst into tears. Avery picked me up and ran up to the rooftop of the building. I knew what\u2019s going to happen. I was thinking of ways to stop her. \u201cPlease do not jump off. You will regret it.\u201d Avery couldn\u2019t hear it, she placed me on the floor and climbed up to the fence. Her parents started to notice Avery was missing and searched for her everywhere. To attract Avery and her parents\u2019 attention, I started to play Avery\u2019s favorite music \u201cPov\u201d by Ariana Grande. Avery sitting at the fence of the rooftop noticed me and finally came back to the ground, she slowly walked to me and her parents arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lyrics sang, \u201cI wanna love me, the way that you love me.\u201d It just beautifully showed that her parents loved Avery and hoped she\u2019d love herself like how they did. Her parents walked to her and hugged her really tight. They all cried. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a couple of years, Avery got a new iPhone. Although I would be replaced, Avery would still keep me in her drawer. I was proud of myself. I lived a new life. I got past the wound. The void wasn\u2019t anything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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