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Sybil's POV 

The default iPhone alarm chimes through my dreams, startling me awake. I pat my side table feeling for my phone. 8:45 AM it reads. I sigh laying my head back down. Exhaustion is a feeling I am very familiar with. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling trying to wake myself up enough to sit up.

But then my phone chimes again. 9:00 AM. I sigh swinging my legs over the side of my bed.

"Maybe getting up early will help" I can hear my therapists words in my head. I scoff lightly.  Putting on some comfy shorts and a  jumper, I head to the office side of my flat.

I work from home as a twitch streamer. BeenSybil. I get around 12k viewers a stream but it varys. I'm a variety streamer but mostly stick with solo games.

I've been so Incredibly lucky with my platform. Especially being a girl. It was very, very difficult to get where I'm at and it has taken seven years.
But it has all payed off. I love my viewers and am so happy I'm able to do this as my job after working at "regular" jobs for so long.

Though, despite my success, I struggle with depression. I thought it would change once I blew up. But no. Ever since I started streaming at fourteen I have struggled with depression. Of course it wasn't the cause, that's a much deeper discussion. In fact streaming does help! I love interacting with my audience, and recognizing long time viewers. It's just something I'll probably have to live with forever.

I sit at my pc, ready to get some editing done for my YouTube channel, when my phone starts ringing. I answer, not really sure why my partier best friend, Vanessa would be calling me at 9:30 in the morning.

"Hello?" I ask, slight annoyance seeping into my morning voice.

"Hey bitch, what's up?" She says, nonchalant.

I roll my eyes, "I just woke up, it's 9 AM why are you up?"

She giggles, "Am I not aloud to have an early morning Sybil?" I scoff. "Anyway, I have to be at work at ten, I know, shocker. I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me tonight?" She sets her phone up on her bathroom sink, setting toothpaste onto her toothbrush.

I sigh, furrowing my brows in thought. "Uhm, yeah, I guess I can go. I have a stream scheduled at 7 it'll probably last till 10. I assume we'll be going after 10?"

She nods at the FaceTime, pulling her toothbrush out of her mouth, "Yeah, we'll probably hit a pub after pregaming at my flat. So be at mine at like 11?"

"Yeah that works. What're we wearing?"

"I'm wearing something sexy. I don't care I wanna get LAID!" She says causing a smirk to form on my mouth.

"Alright I guess I'll match then." I say.

"You could wear a blow up dinosaur suit and still look sexy. Don't even." Vanessa compliments, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

"Yeah, yeah, Nessa. Whatever. I've got to get to editing, and you've got to get to work. I'll see you tonight, love." Sybil waves at her grinning friend.

"Alright babes. I'll see you later." They smile as the call ends.

Her smile falters, then disappears as she refocuses on the video to edit.

I really need an editor.

The thought crosses her mind for the thousandth time. An editor would make my life easier, but what else would I do with my mornings? I mean, it's not like I don't enjoy editing, I do. And I have my own style that I think I've gotten really good at. But someone who can dedicate a whole job to editing will always be able to edit better than me, who's job is much more than just editing.

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