Chapter 23
Gabbie’s POV:
I can’t take it anymore.
Ever since I posted that stupid video, I’ve gotten so much hate. Bec took my phone, but I couldn’t stop refreshing my twitter feed on my laptop.
Slut.
Bitch.
Ugly.
Worthless.
Untalented.
Disgusting.
Unworthy.
The insults jumped from the screen, still discernible through my tear-filled eyes. I gasped when I saw photos of me, scribbled over, trashed, burned and photo-shopped.
Why did people do this? What was wrong with them?
How can they hate me… when they don’t even know me?
Did they not see that I was human, just like them? They could get noticed by their idol if they tried hard enough; I wasn’t expecting Niall’s tweet, it was pure luck!
Die
Kill yourself
Waste of space
The list continues – a never ending selection of horrific words that cut me right to the heart and made me want to go somewhere I would never have to face anybody ever again.
Oh no.
I could feel it; I was slipping back into depression, into the black hole that was almost impossible to escape from. I had managed it twice, but I was practically certain I couldn’t be third time lucky. Even my amazing friends couldn’t want to stick by me, now that there was so much proof that I was useless, a crime to humanity and a big disappointment.
As I almost manically clicked through the new tweets, thousands arriving by the second, I cried into my pillow.
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