heaven's child » j.o

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I sat on my couch, scrolling through the comments popping up one after another on my post. Jahseh's retweet made me "internet famous," you could say. I had gained about 1.5K followers in the past hour and a half, which was crazy to even think about. Of course, as expected, I wasn't getting positive feedback on my tweet.

Jahseh's fanbase was so power-based. His fans were nearly considered crazy, to be quite honest. Whatever idiotic comment he made about anything, the large majority supported. If he posted about why women are stupid, even the women of his fanbase would repost and highly praise the post. They were completely blind to it, which was quite sad. But of course, they were all talking bad about my tweet, needless to say.

@xxxlovespussy: lil hoe just asking for attention lmaooo
@queenofthedeadxxx: who she? why he retweet a nobody tweet when he could fw me??? tf X
@blaccbarbii: wassup w this chick? lol she salty? prolly cause X used to fw her n dropped her
@isaiahgrove_: who she?? wanna fw this lil shorty she fine 😍 ay X can I have a slice?
@blaccbarbii: @isaiahgrove_ lmao you fr thirsty bruh he don't want that ugly lil girl tho take her somewhere that's not X's Twitter ...

Truly, a civilized fanbase wouldn't act out like this. I wasn't necessarily bothered about this because I was pregnant. I mean, that too, of course. I think it's ridiculous that people could talk like this about someone who has such a fat stomach; it's quite disrespectful, to be quite honest, too. But the idea that really hurt, was that he was allowing people to talk like this about me. He hasn't unfollowed me since our breakup; I think it's ridiculous and impossible to say that he didn't recognize my account or my username when he retweeted. He used to make fun of how basic my username was when we were together, he couldn't have forgotten.

It was obvious he was doing this to hurt me on purpose. And the one thought that continuously ran through my head was that I shouldn't let this push me down. I shook my head, going into my Twitter inbox. The messages were a lot less from these people, but there were at least 50. I scrolled through the usernames, ignoring all the complicated ones or X-related ones, because I knew ahead of time that if I dared reading it, I'd only bring myself down. I never knew why he even chose that name in the first place. Xxxtentacion. It sounded unlike the Jahseh he was.

I continued to scroll down until I finally saw my friend's DMs again. Shaking my head, I exited and sat, staring at my profile. Six months ago, I would've been so incredibly grateful for 1.5K followers on Twitter, only because I would get envious of Jahseh's popularity around the neighborhood. But this negativity was almost unwelcomed at this point in time under these circumstances. My phone suddenly began to ring: Kyah.

I slid the green symbol to the right side and put the phone to my left ear. "What's up?"

"Girl, your Twitter is blowing up. Have you read the comments?"

"Tell me something I don't know," I sighed. "Are my notifications on?"

A few months ago, I had taken a break from Twitter to experiment with my status and see if my mood would better health wise if I took a break from the media. So Kyah was trusted with all my social media accounts. Her battery must really be draining quickly then.

"Well, yes—but that's not an issue," she sounded reluctant. "The things they're saying about you, they're so disrespectful." I moaned in agreement.

"You need to do something about this. Do you know what you're going—of course not—here," she paused, sighing. "I'll be over in five." And before I could stop her from walking across the busy street at one in the morning, she hung up.

I snickered at the girl and sat up on the couch. What could she possibly help me with in this situation though? My mind wandered further into this question; I guess, for a long time, as I was brought back into reality by the doorbell.