Believe In Me

Chapter Three

**Hazel's POV

                                                             I'll do it

What the fuck have I just agreed to?!

What?! Are you serious! Great! We'll talk tomorrow about it?

                                   Yes of course my
                                number is ***-***-****

Awesome! This is great, I really
appreciate this ❤️

  
                            Please i should thank you
              You are literally my role model

I just know we're gonna get along

                        You Bet your ass we will

Hahahaha well I gotta go and finish editing this video, I'll talk to you tomorrow!

My stomach turned and twisted, but I wanted to do this, I need to

                                       I'll be waiting!

Shane Dawson is offline
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As I closed Instagram and turned off my phone, I leaned back onto my bed and screamed into a pillow

"WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!"

"AHHHHHHH"

I pulled the pillow out of my face to breathe in oxygen, as I breathed in and out I was slowly thinking of the memories that I had almost forgot about, I got up from my bed and went into my closet, I removed a big teddy bear I once got when I was 10 and laid it down on my bed. I grabbed a pair of scissors and I traced my hand on the bear up and down on the stomach, I feel I line of yarn and I start cutting it.

Damn I was a weird kid

As I start to finish cutting I put the scissors away and carefully wrap my fingers against the soft blades.

No Hazel, you got help, you have friends, you have a life...

I shake my head to get rid of my conscious thoughts, as I open the bear I see a worldwide collection of pictures of me when I was young, i also see pictures of my family. I scammed my fingers against the old photographs and feel a tear and a smile tug.

I haven't looked in these in years..

I look though everything in my bear, Stuffy was what I called it, maybe it's because I could stuff things in there that no one would ever find, and boy was I right when I was young.

I smile once more at the photos but slowly I see the worst times when I look at them

I hear yelling
I hear screaming
I hear wounds being open and hearts being broken
I hear glass shattering
I smell a strong scent of iron

My eyes dart into my arms and legs, I can still feel the pain and suffering I had to go through.

My eyes immediately tear up and hold the photo and I threw it as hard as I could, still forgetting that its paper, it doesn't go that far but at least a couple inches away from me.

I breathe in and out very heavily, I then feel very small, I take my shoes and my camera and I run to the outside of my apartment building.

The busy streets make me feel alive again, I breathe and I let it out, getting calmer with every breath I take.

I take out my camera and start taking pictures of busy Ubers and Taxi drivers, the sunset looks so beautiful over all the buildings, I take a quick picture and I smile at the result. As I get ready to take another photo, putting it on a timer for 5 seconds I-

"...Hazel?"

I turn my back and notice a familiar ginger from previous videos.

"Andrew?"

And then my camera goes off taking a picture of a very handsome man.... oops.

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Ehhhh I feel like I could do better 😂😂

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<3 Sarai