Insta-DM's__#InstagramAddict.|on Hold|

|Five|•••5__Demons.

You told me you were ready,
For the big one, for the big jump.
I'd be your last love,
Everlasting, you and me::

>>Send my love
>>>°Adele.

"Makayla! Get your filthy behind down here and clear the dishes this instant!" Janet yelled, her voice carrying all the way from the kitchen to Kayla's room, upstairs. She looked at the few dirty dishes in the sink with such disgust like it had been there for a thousand years and could never be washed clean again.

"All she does is sleep, eat my food, use my internet and go to that stupid studio she calls work." She muttered, swivelling her large hips around the kitchen as she eyed everything with disgust, looking for other faults apart from the dirty dishes. She humphed and scowled after searching and finding no other reason to yell at her daughter and she stomped out of the kitchen to her room like a five-year old who had gotten her candy stolen.

Back upstairs, Kayla groaned and mumbled incoherent words into her pillow, a crazy nest of platinum hair covering her face and spilling messily all the way down her bare back. She yawned and rolled over, landing on her butt with a thud.

"Ow!" She rubbed her bare butt and managed to get up with eyes still closed. As she made to dive back into bed, her door burst open with a fuming Janet at the entrance.

"Are you deaf or something?! And how many times do I have to tell you to stop sleeping naked!" Janet yelled, her face morphing into an unbelievable look as her stormy eyes raked Kayla's naked frame.

Kayla yawned and rubbed her butt again, paying no attention to her fuming mother. She muttered words under her breath with eyes still closed and she yawned again, stretching her arms this time. Finally, her eyes opened and she took in the sight around her. Her green blankets lay in a huddled heap on the floor beneath her four-poster bed; one pair of her worn out sneakers peeped out from underneath her bathroom door and her panties hung limply from the handle of the door. Her eyes raked over her still fuming mother before they finally rested on the table clock beside her bed.

8:20am

"Crap! Crap! Crap! I'll be late for class!" Her sleepy eyes widened and she set to work immediately, moving around the room as fast as she could. Janet watched incredulously for a while before she marched out of the room angrily, the door closing with a loud bang behind her; Kayla took no notice of this as she hopped around the room with a pair of white ripped jeans half way up her torso and one hand brushing her teeth like a control maniac. Her hair was still a tangled web of crap but she took no notice as she finally got her jeans up her body and pulled up the zipper. She pulled her sneakers on and grabbed a lacy, black bra from the heap of clothes on the left corner of her room as she dashed into the bathroom to rinse her mouth. As she washed her face, she clicked her bra into place and pulled a long-sleeved, grey crop top over it. Then she backed into the room, grabbed her hoodie and duffel bag, and made a beeline for the door.

"Mom, I'm off! I have drama and dance practice today, so I might be back late. Don't wait for me for dinner, okay?" She yelled and snorted as she bounded into the kitchen and grabbed her dad's car keys on the countertop. When had Janet ever waited for her for lunch? Not to even say...dinner? She had only wanted to amuse herself.

"Don't you freaking dare leave this house without washing those dir--"

Kayla banged the door shut behind her.

*****

"-this is caused by a phenomenon called the anorexic-disorder. In most cases, anorexic patients are--" Kayla tuned the lecturer's voice out, again. She just wasn't interested in learning about anorexia. Hell! She sound of the word alone disgusted her! Why would somebody be killing themselves just because they want to be skinny! She thought and her hands itched to take her phone out and check up on her Instagram. That was an understatement...her hands were practically burning to touch her phone.

She wondered if she should ask the teacher whether something like 'social-media addiction' existed, but she thought better of it and wisely kept her mouth shut.

"Hey freak, pass me your notes," an all too familiar voice whistled behind her and she stiffened, pretending to not hear.

"Have you gone deaf or something?" The person persisted and Kayla balled her hands into fists, keeping her concentration solely on the lecturer. Suddenly, her chair jerked forward and her empty stomach bumped hard into the hard-wood desk. She stiffled a groan and shut her eyes tightly as her stomach nerves contracted in pain.

"I said, pass.me.your.fucking.notes!" The person's deep voice yelled this time, but managed to not catch the lecturer's attention and Kayla slowly picked up her notes and stretched her hand backwards, for a blue-eyed blond devil to snatch it from her with a scathing look on his face.

Aiden Briskwall, her unfortunate highschool bully; graduated with her and fortunately, entered the same college as her. If you thought Janet was her living nightmare, then Aiden was her all time nightmare; both living and dead.

****

As soon as class ended, Kayla zoomed out of the class, not even bothering to ask for her notes back. Tears threatened to break free from their unbarred prison and she rushed to the comfort of her dad's car, feeling like every passing student was laughing at her. Her slim, pale fingers clutched the steering wheel tightly and she rested her head on it and let the tears ride freely. She had no mom to run to for support; no dad to cry her fears to, no friends to laugh all her fears out with and no family to lean on. Her mom was even one of the demons hunting her, both awake and asleep.

She almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of her whole life situation;

In the Instagram world, she was

@BlaiseMckinley.No.1fan

The girl who ran the account everybody wanted to run. The girl who got special recognition from celebrities for her high rank in the hierarchy of the fandom.
The girl every other fan copied and wanted to be like.
The girl with over 2million followers.

But in reality, she was Kayla Love.
The white girl who never wore makeup.
The girl who never took pictures because she thought she was too ugly.
The ordinary girl who nobody wanted to be friends with.
The girl who was bullied all the time and could never stand up for herself.
The girl whose mother was like a stranger and her father, an acquaintance.
She was the girl who was just there. Existing, but not Living. She was the girl with cancer, who could die anytime.

Kayla cried her heart out, heart wrenching sobs shaking her frame violently, when she heard a gentle tap on the car window. She looked up into sea-blue eyes on a face that held a smile that could buckle any girls' knees. To anybody watching, Kayla was the luckiest girl alive to have that kind of smile directed at her, but she knew the meaning behind that smile.

She knew the meaning behind every smile of Aiden's.

She shook her head and silently pleaded with her eyes to be left alone this time, but when did he ever listen?

There were some demons she just couldn't run away from.