𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀

02

❝Try to follow your light, but it's night time...❞

—— ༻𐬽✧𐬽༺ ——

TAYLOR
I was currently sat on my couch watching an episode of 'Friends' when I heard a low vibrating sound coming from my phone on the table in front of me. No doubt it was from people replying to my comment that I left on a young girl's post this morning. That was the first time i've commented on a fan's video in a long time. I felt that since I was going to be bringing my new album, 'Reputation' out in a couple of months, I would interact with my fans a little more. I was making a comeback after all.

The girl that I found was called Kiara. When I watched her cover of 'Long Live,' I couldn't help but smile all the way through the video. She was wearing a 'Speak Now' hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and had some posters of me on the wall behind her. When I was watching her video, I didn't even realise I had teared up until she finished the song. It helped me take in the fact that maybe I hadn't lost everyone like I thought I had. When people fell out of love with me, it seemed like I had lost everything and there was no coming back from it.

However, when I saw that video, I teared up because of the fact that so many people still stood by me. The fact that this fan didn't care about my reputation being ruined, and still wanting to share her covers of my music online made me so happy. I was grateful for that, so I just had to leave a comment. I even stalked her account for a little while. She had so many great videos, but somehow, she had a very small amount of followers and likes which I couldn't understand. She was so talented, and her bio mentioned that she was only thirteen.

After a few moments of thinking about the girl, one thing that I couldn't get out of my head was the fact that she had a few scars on her hands, as well as some bruises on her arms. I couldn't help but notice it and I know that I shouldn't overthink anything or jump to conclusions, but I just wanted to make sure that she was okay. I reached over to the table, picking up my phone and swiping with my finger, causing it to unlock. I soon found Kiara's Instagram account and clicked on 'message.'

A smile was instantly brought onto my face when I saw how she had already sent me a message. She was telling me about how much my comment on her video meant to her. She sounded so sweet, but the thing that wiped the smile off my face was the fact that her family doesn't tell her that they love her. She also called her life 'messed up.' I wish I could help her, but I literally had no clue on how I could do that. I typed a message, saying that I'm always free to talk. However, there was a voice in my head telling me that it's 'not enough.' Once I sent the text, I sunk into the couch whilst rubbing my temples, contemplating on what I could do for her. Why do I feel like this?

A small 'meow' caused me to look down on the couch. Olivia looked up at me, practically staring into my soul. It was as if she thought I was crazy. I mean, I probably looked like I was. I was getting frustrated with trying to help a kid that I have never even met, and also have no idea what is going on in her life. But one thing that I have always loved doing is making my fans happy. So if one of my fans that has stuck with me through everything is not happy, I want to help her out.