Last_Mami-Bambi

I've been thinking too much

Watch the video if you haven't already. This title correlates with the travesty that happened. His shit got hacked. And if you're not a 21P fan, there's a song called Ride that you should definitely here, it was my first 21P song and I've been a fan ever since.

"So what are you gonna do man?" Sawyer asked as Adym turned off the camera.

"I don't know. There's nothing I CAN do, not at this point." Adym choked out. He turned around in his chair to face his computer. He sat sobbing for a good minute until Sawyer sat on his bed.

"Just hang tight. I'm pretty sure Last_fam can pull through and report your account and everything, so."

"I guess you're right. But, that's just a 'pretty sure' statement. It's not guaranteed. *sob* And what if they come after my YouTube account? Like after that, I'm pretty much screwed."

"True. But you still have that placard to make up for it."

"I know Sawyer, but social media was my plug. It's what got me here, let's me communicate with my fans, people I am a fan of. It's basically my life support." Adym declared softly. "And it could all go away at the click of someone's mouse."

"I see your point. And I'll help you get those other accounts down and everything. But just know I'm here for you." Sawyer said hugging his older (by a couple months) brother.

Adym walked over to his bed for a nap to relieve some of his stress. But he couldn't and didn't. ln fact, he ended up thinking about it more than he would've before.

Adym storytime POV

I crawled over to my bed from my desk and tried to go to sleep. I hadn't had any since the night before I made my video and I was getting affected heavily. I couldn't focus on one thing, I was always yawnin', and felt overwhelmed while I was making my video.

So. I decided to just take a nap to get some sleep, eat somethin', and take a hot and long shower. All I so desperately needed. But before that all I could do was cry. I cried because I busted my ass on the internet, and in life to get where I was. I had about a million followers on my other social medias, who'd have to follow me back again. And 687 thousand on the line waiting for updates, and worrying about me on YouTube. What for?

All because someone decided to hack me.

I mean, I get hacked like all the time so. But it still was so shocking that someone wanted to target me like that. You know, you don't really think it'll happen to you until it does. And I figured that out the hard way.

It's like some shit always happens to me. I got hacked, my two past cars always got fucked up, I'm unskilled in the kitchen and always eat out, and single. But I guess I just need to look at the positives. I'm chillin' in my new apartment with my bro in Los Angeles, I got a Range now, got money to actually eat out, fit, popular, making music and fulfilling my dream, and got Haters. And I'm not dead. So I guess I'm doing ok.

But all I could think about at the time was what if it all was typed away? What if I couldn't start over, and lost it all? What if my greatest social media accomplishment so far got infiltrated?

What would I do with my life it all was destroyed?

I couldn't answer these questions and depression sank in. I tried to sleep it off. I tossed and turned, and I had a nightmare.

The nightmare

Adym woke up in a field. But it wasn't just any field. The grass was made up of 1s and 0s and was blue. The sky was raining consecutive numbers. And every minute he stood still, the number's values got smaller.

So Adym decided to keep running every second he could. His resilience kept him going for a while, then he started to deteriorate. Adym kept seeing his face pop up everywhere, but every picture he saw was more washed out or crumpled and flaky than the last. He also began to have flashbacks of the ranch he lived on in Sacramento. He imagined coming to his new house. He imagined the nursery he used to stay at before he was adopted.

But he also remembered how loving everyone was to him. He started to remember Sawyer as a little kid. He started to remember his biological mom and his stepmother. His omnipresent form also grew up to be an adult as he watched what was going on.

Then all of a sudden, he turned old. He was living in an old Victorian style house on a beachfront property in Miami. He was doing fine. He had a wife named Amber; 3 kids named Adym, Julius, and Rivera who were all grown up in their 20s; and a case with his YouTube plaque. The plaque was tarnished, but he polished it up shiny despite the black dots.

And once again all of a sudden Adym flashed into a screen. He was trapped in the green and black screen of a hacked computer. Being tortured over and over by the computer's user. They finally got done with Adym and threw him in the digital recycle bin.

Real life (no POV)

Adym sprang up from his covers to find himself sitting in his room. It was pitch black and the apartment was dead silent except for the smoke detector beeps. Adym got out of his bed feeling his moist back get frostbite cold from his fast moving and sweaty shirt. He combed through his hair with his fingers, grabbing his nearest hair tie and putting it in a man bun.

Adym made his way to the kitchen for some water and went back to bed.

Different variations of this dream went on for about a week. At least until visited his mom.

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