When she wakes up, she's lying on her bed. Her whole body aches, and she feels exhausted. Lora remembers falling off her bed last night when she got stressed about Twitter being taken away from her. She couldn't understand how everyone else continued as if nothing had changed, why were they not sad? What did they have to live for? Why are they so happy? How could they be okay with such a tragedy happening? To Lora, losing Twitter was like if Hitler won WWII, like if the Nazis took over America, like if she was living in a Fallout post-apocalyptic world. It was unfathomable!
"Dad!" Lora yells to her father, Richard. He's sitting at his desk, working on some business papers. He's a balding man with black hair turning grey, wearing a suit. He's fat and middle-aged. He turns to look at Lora.
"What?" He says. His voice is deep and monotonous.
"Get me Twitter" Lora says, but she's looking for her phone.
"It just got banned, remember? Besides you lost your privilege to the internet because of your behavior," Richard says.
"How am I supposed to live without Twitter?" Lora says, trying to stay calm. "This is outrageous! I need to know what's going on out there, and I can't get information unless I use Twitter!" Lora continues to complain.
"Calm down, Lora. Take a deep breath and try to relax," Richard says.
"Are you telling me to calm down?! My favorite app is banned and you want me to calm down?!" Lora screams.
"That's enough, Lora. You're behaving like a child, we talked about this. Stop screaming," Richard says.
"I'm not taking this abuse! I'm going to tell mom! This is bull shit!" Lora says while leaving the room.
As Lora leaves the room and starts walking downstairs, she hears a knock on the door. Who could that be? Probably just another rapist who wants to molest or kill her. As Lora looks at the door, she imagines a guy holding a gun, waiting to rape her. She quickly takes cover behind the nearest couch in the living room. A few seconds later, the front door opens. Lora prepares herself to escape through the back door if needed.
As Lora stays hidden behind the couch, she hears footsteps approaching. Someone is entering the house. The intruder slowly walks closer. Lora closes her eyes and breathes deeply. She tries to control her thoughts, she tries to think rationally. Maybe the person knocking on the door was actually here to sell something. Maybe the person was selling chocolate bars for sale, or asking for donations, or soliciting money. Or maybe he was here to sell religious literature, or ask for donations to help those in need.
Full of dread and unease, Lora decides to flee to the park near her house. There she will be able to breathe better, to think clearer. Without Twitter, Lora knows she needs to vent her rage and anger. Without Twitter, Lora knows she needs to do something drastic. Without Twitter, Lora knows she needs to leave the country. But as she arrives at the park, she sees a couple kissing, two kids playing with each other, and a group of teenagers smoking weed. No one seems to be suffering, no one seems to be bothered by the news of Twitter's shutdown. Everyone is happily smiling and giggling. It's infuriating! She finally breaks. Lora realizes that she is in a crowd of people enjoying themselves while she's suffering. All of these people have done something wrong at some point in their lives and yet they are free to go wherever they want without fear of persecution. Lora cannot take it anymore. If she can't have Twitter, she will force everyone else to suffer instead.
Now in the center of the park, Lora scans her surroundings with an unhinged manic grin. Where to start? With whom to begin her campaign of hatred? After a few seconds, she spots