Fine Line ✸ Sam Kerr

IX. Everybody's Waiting For You To Breakdown.

★ nineteen ,
everybody's waiting for
you to breakdown.

MELBOURNE  
november 2022

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE MEDIA had endeavourly and inevitably destroyed the small brink of happiness that latched into odessa buckley. it picked and pulled at people as if they were puppets, constantly tormenting them. shoving a camera down their throat and telling them to smile, before editing their smile to seem perfect. the tears willded eyes, turned it excited, cheerful ones. the media flipped a script that no one believed could ever be flipped, and the worse part about it all, was that not a single person knew of what was being said was true or not.

media files like to spark up unrelated drama just to keep themselves, and oblivious, easily manipulated people sane. they liked to use famous peoples names to get into everything, they were crazy. they were the torture of a chamber, the rabbit hole that never stopped falling. they destroyed everything little boys and girls have built up, they ruined everything that the older generations fought for. they gave human rights away, the right to privacy, respect, truth of honour. the media never cared how much they could destroy you, they only cared about the money and fame they made off of you.

the small type rope that separated reality from fantasy was cut short by a bunch of fully grown men, following young girls around. flashing undeniably bright cameras at them, expecting them to just smile and wave. treating them as if they were a toy, a barbie placed in a bright pink box. a runway at their feet, and the worry of messing up.

the media never needed any context, they never took it. what they did take, was hundreds of unwanted photos of celebrities who only wanted to live their lives as it was. they stalked people down streets, crowded their homes, because they decided there was nothing better to do. than to post a whole bunch of photos on the internet.

odessa starred at her phone, tears heavily holding down her bottom lashes. her mind spun around quickly, she could feel herself beginning to grow faint. that was the effect the media had. they picked at little girls and threw them out when they got bored. it was only time before something else would spark their interest.

the whole dynamic of kat buckley and her abuse rumours had died down pretty quickly. and when every media's main target had become nothing but a simple mist of fog in a cloudy sky. they moved onto something else they could grasp their slimy fingers all over.

no one, but the two girls in the photo knew what the context was. no one knew why these two girls were kissing in a cafe in melbourne, no one knew whether the photos were new, freshly taken as one was on a break with her most recent girlfriend, or if they were old, maybe from when they were together, visiting melbourne together only years prior. no one could tell, they looked the same either way. it didn't look new, but it never looked old.

after everything samantha kerr had done to get kat buckley away from odessa, odessa wasn't sure what to believe. but she continued to stare down at the picture oh her phone, doubting herself in every way possible. she wanted to scream, tell herself that she was an idiot, that sam had done everything for her and she threw it away. sam had finally realised that she didn't deserve that kind of love, her ex girlfriend was staying in melbourne. one thing could've always led to another.

and now here odessa was. sitting in her bed in kyra's apartment. starring at the picture of sam kerr with her lips neatly placed onto kristie mewis. a photo that was reposted all over the internet, not a single photo was from another day, not from years ago when they dated. no, all photos were published that day. marketing hours. every news article talking about the pair getting back together, some even mentioning how sam and odessa rumours of a recent relationship had died. and they were all fake. all cause sam secretly still had her eye on her next girl.