After That Day...

Chapter 9

Here's the longer chapter I promised (I hope this is at least two pages, I'm gonna cry if it's not). And this took me all day so be thankful, people! Sorry if there are any mistakes.

*Trigger warning for cutting :p*

Many days have passed since that video and the female gamer still couldn't get over the fact that Krism was spreading lies about her. Heck, Krism was writing lies on all of Minx's new videos. The brunette was rather sick of all the hate and scolded the very mean and disrespectful haters a little too harshly, which earned her even more hate. Now  you would think that with all of the hate that Minx received, she would get more people siding with her. But sadly, less and less people believed that she was innocent with each passing day and started to side with all of the haters.  (What a weird society that the author made, siding with all the wrong people. Oh wait... I'm the author. Oops.)

The accused brunette sighed as she scrolled down to the comments section of her newest video which was Gmod murder video. The comments were starting to have more haters and dislikes each day. This started to depress the gamer and she took out a knife and ran it over her delicate skin each time a new video had over 1000 dislikes.

All of Minx's friends tried to stop the female from hurting herself but to no avail. All of their efforts went to waste and the female gamer continued hurting herself for weeks, not caring about all the pain that she was causing herself and her friends. However, the moment Minx realized all the pain and sadness she had caused to her friends, she immediately tried to stop but was having lots of difficulties.

The British woman knew that she couldn't handle it anymore and asked the three closest people who would always help, Cry, Ken and Pewdie. There was no need for many words. They all knew about the shit that the comments were giving her. All it took from Minx was a single skype call and a slight nod. Immediately, the trio knew what to do. The female gamer didn't resist because deep down, she really wanted some comfort.

As soon as they arrived, the first thing they did was engulf Minx in a hug. She immediately started to cry, realizing how sad she actually was. Ken, being the oldest one around, made the purple banged brunette sit on her bed and then he tended to her wounds. (I know that Minx is actually the oldest out of the four but just go with it, please?)

The American gamer's face recoiled in horror upon seeing the female's arms. Many cuts lined her thin arms. Some were older, some newer. Pewds came into the room with a little green box that contained antiseptic creams, bandages and wipes. Minx let Ken and Pewds clean and dress her cuts as if she were a small child while Cry sat on the bed and hugged her tight. He stroked her hair gently and Minx felt her eyelids close and she soon fell asleep.

~Many, many hours later~

Minx woke up the following morning to the delicious smell of bacon cooking. She immediately got off her bed and walked to the kitchen, where Cry was cooking her breakfast. The female youtuber stifled a laugh as soon as she saw Cry for he was wearing Krism's old pink apron. The masked man turned to see the female standing in the doorway, he could tell that she trying her best not to laugh. The American man sighed and turned back to his sizzling bacon, saying, "Just wait in the dining room for your breakfast. It's almost done. Oh and if your wondering, Pewds and Ken went out to buy lunch." The British woman turned to her wall clock and saw that it was already 11pm. Did she really sleep for that long?

"Hey Cry, why you still cooking if the other two went to buy food?" Minx inquired.

"I was fucking bored, alright? Just let me do shit. Geeze," He replied with an partially annoyed tone.

"Alright then. And you look good in that apron. If you ever need to cook for Pewds, you should totally wear that," Minx teased with a smirk on her face, purposely playing the "PewdieCry" card because she knows that he has read some fanfictions (even though he claimed not to).