The Platform Between Us

Chapter One:

Who moves to Los Angeles at nineteen years old? Oh, yeah. Me. I do. I want to move out there for a fresh start. I haven't had the best life. But from what I've learned in this short amount of time I'd like to share with others who may feel the same as I do. That's why, when I settle down in LA, I'm going to be starting a YouTube channel to vlog about all of my past. I feel as if this will also be a good way to be able to help control my anxiety. That's what my therapist told me anyway. She said that doing something like this will help me open up and finally be able to be who I am without holding back. And honestly, that's all I could ever ask for.

"(Y/N)? Are you ready to do this?" my mother asked from the doorway of my room.

"I believe so, Mom. Thank you so much for being supportive about this decision."

"You are so welcome, my beautiful guppy." I blushed lightly at the old nickname and grabbed the last of my things. Mom took a bag from me and helped me load them into the car. "Promise that you'll come visit soon, Guppy," Mom said as she hugged me.

"I will, don't worry. It'll feel sooner than you think." I hugged back, enjoying the warmth that she provided. This was the first time that I will be moving away from home. And I was very anxious as to how it would go down. I was more than confident that it would end nicely though. I said my final goodbyes to Mom and got into the car and drove away. LA, here I come. I hope you're ready for me.

After a very, very long car drive and many stops along the way, I arrived to LA. I drove to the small apartment I was renting for now and got all moved in. I knew that in a few days time I would have to go and change my legal address and whatnot to make sure people were aware of the fact that I had moved. Adulting can be very tiring.

It's all going to be worth it. I have to just keep telling myself that. I'll be able to do this. I finished unpacking relatively quickly, then stopped to look at the scars on my wrist. It has been two weeks since I gave in. I hope I don't break that soon. I smiled sadly to myself and made sure that the internet had been set up correctly earlier and then made myself comfortable on the couch. It was time to unwind the rest of the way. And the perfect way to do that? Why, watching my favorite vlogger! Who, you ask?

Why, Logan Paul of course.

I have been a member of the Logang for a while now. He was just one of those people who could always make you smile, no matter what. He has helped me in ways that I wish to help others. It seemed that Logan was able to quiet the ache that plagued my wrist. He quieted the voices that broke me apart. And while I may never get to tell him thank you for that, I still really am grateful.

I laughed as he did another thing that many would deem as stupid and though about what it would be like to have a vlog channel. I smiled more when I realized I still had to think of a name for my channel. This whole creative process was going to be fun for me.

All will be okay.

I just know it.