𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 (adj.) | Remote and impersonal; anonymous.
𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 (n.) | A preference for the night or darkness.
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An Original Story Featuring YouTubers \ Streamers Alongside My Own Characters
Status: ON-GOING
[ Faceless Nyctophile by...
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"Avi, what happened?" My eyes struggle to remain open, the rain pours loudly, drowning out the noise outside. I breath in, the intake of cold air startling me and making me sit up. The buds in my ear pop out, my hearing becomes more clear and the rain eats it up.
I look down, my phone on top of a closed book, papers scattered across my bed. I was having frantic thoughts. Thankfully I have her...
Reached for my earphones and pushed it back into my ears, hearing her voice again– "Avi?" She calls my name. I let out a shaky laugh, agitated of things. I feel so weak right now, I don't know what to do.
"I can't do it, Ash." I bite my lip, chewed hard till I winced in pain. "You can't do what?" She asks to elaborate my uneasiness. I bite back my words, I don't know how to approach these situations at all. "Is it the vlog?" I widened my eyes in shock, I pushed myself against the wall and stared out the window. Droplets racing to the bottom, leaving a trail of a wet surface.
"...The vlog..." My lips moved, my voice was a whisper.
"Earlier today, you debated, hesitated and almost had a breakdown, because of the vlog, you wanted to upload it and at the same time not– right?" She was saying things, more so describing what I felt, what I'm feeling right now. "You told them you would stream today, but when the video was up, you backed out, you didn't notify why there isn't a stream, you told no one, you didn't even reply to our messages– and here I find you breaking down, letting the depths of despair to swallow you," She did not stutter nor choke on her words. Ash...
"Am I correct?"
I choked, tears threatening to fall from my puffy eyes once more. I cried like a marathon, after watching the vlog I made, after entertaining the dark thoughts that clouded my head. Thoughts such as: You're voice is irritating, this vlog is boring, your hands are too slim, your nail paint is rubbish, the way you interact is awkward... These thoughts, they had me laying in bed for hours and hours, till I lost track of time.
These thoughts are just the surface– I have more deep and hurtful comments to myself, thinking that someone out there, be it one, two, three or I don't know how many will say these things to me, judge me endlessly like they've read me from cover to cover.
