Ross's pov
"So Ross how do you deal with the hate?" The reporter asks me. I think of what I should say. I should tell the truth I cry, scream and think of cutting. But I haven't... For now.
"I ignore" I give a fake smile.
"What if you can't ignore it?" She asks.
Damn this lady is trying to get me to cry on camera.
"Eh, Sometimes I cry little.." I say.
"I've noticed you've been getting a lot of hate" She needs to stop talking.
"Um yeah. I think people just don't realize that I have feelings too. They all say my life is perfect and that I shouldn't cry but my life is not perfect!"
I start tearing up. Did I really just... Shit there's gonna be more hate.
The reporter frowns. "Well that's all we have time for.. Bye.."
The camera crew stops filling. I wipe my eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asks sympathetically.
"I'm fine.." I reply.
I get up and go back to the tour bus.
"How was it?" Riker asks as I sit next to him on the couch. I just shrug. He'll have to wait and see to know what I said.
"You look upset.." He says.
"I'm fine" I say with a low voice.
"You don't sound it either" he says worried.
"Really! I'm fine!" I hit him with the fake smile and he nods.
I wonder how long I will be able to fake smile. It's been a while since I really smiled.
"Your eyes are puffy.. Have you been crying" Is what my mom says as SOON as she walks into the room.
"I'm fine" my voice cracks... Shit...
I start sobbing right in front of them.
