Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Change Your Life

*trigger warning*

Tegan's P.O.V
November 2015

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"I think you deserve your phone back." Zayn smiled, handing me the slick device I haven't held in so long.

"Oh, thank God! I thought I was going to die!" I shouted, dramatically.

It had been two whole months.

"Just don't run to social media." Zayn stared into my eyes.

"Okay," I nodded.

Who knows, maybe people got some sense into them.

I scampered up to my room, as I ran by the kitchen Freckles barked at me. I shut my door behind me, and plopped on my bed. I slid my phone unlocked, and now I really feel like a normal teenager.

I got on Pinterest, I decided that was the safest place for me. I started looking at outfits, considering changing my brand. It was time to reinvent myself. I spent some time pinning quotes, trying to spark some feelings, inspire some journaling.

I even looked at some recipes of safe foods. The year was almost over, I was ready to be happy.

Next, I got on Tumblr. My whole news feed was splattered with pictures of girls, extremely pretty and thin models.

I pulled up my shirt, and observed my stomach.

I locked my phone, and pushed it away from me. My stomach started to tighten and churn. I feel like I could throw up. 

I got up from my bed, grabbing my phone, and padded to my bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet, staring down at it.

I shook my head. I leaned my back against the wall, pressing my hands to my forehead, sighing, and sliding down the wall.

I fetched my phone from my pocket. I got on the Twitter app. Scrolling down my news feed something caught my eye.

Hey @TeganMalik! I hope you're getting better, here's something to cheer you up :)

There was a Facebook link. I clicked on it without thinking twice. I expected some cute pictures of dogs, or squirrels waterskiing, but boy was I wrong.

It was a page completely filled with negative posts about me, edited pictures of me, and just nasty comments.

The page was titled, I Hate Tegan Jane SWALLOWS.

My eyes read over all the posts on the wall.

how unfortunate she didn't die when she tried

1d's management hates them proof: forcing them to adopt a teenage girl

has anyone noticed how much weight she's put on? gross!

I looked back at the top of the page, and turns out there's over 500,000 likes, and it was made only a week ago. The most prominent posts proving how I am a management ploy, PR stunt, paid.

My head felt like it was spinning. My breath hitched in my throat. I smacked my hand over my mouth to keep from blubbering sobs.