LoveLasts

~ Chapter 2 ~

The bus came to a holt, "WestWood University" announced the driver. I jumped down from the steps with my suitcase and walked into the house. I arrived at the receptionist and while she was retrieving my dorm keys, I was hearing laughter over my shoulder, peering round to see a group of 4 nerds pointing in my direction. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, it felt as if I had been waiting at the desk for hours.

"Here you go, hope you like your dorm" said the lady, she handed me the keys and I raced to the elevator to get to my room. Out came roughly 8 people from the elevator, I was a really claustrophobic person, and I hated being trapped in small spaces.

The elevator stopped at floor 9, I stepped out and hurried to my room. The numbers on my room key where so faint, I barley made it to the dorm. I pushed they key into the stif, wooden door and stepped inside. The cold chill of the room raced to my arms and legs, I shivered and looked around the room, 1 double bed, 1 bathroom and a beautiful balcony that had the view of Orlando.

I started unpacked ASAP and set up my tripod and camera, I was thinking of starting a YouTube channel because of my depression. Meeting people that had the same difficulty would really be helpful And since I have no friends at university, what's stopping me ?

I sat on my bed and turned on my canon camera, before pressing record I thought about my situation and if starting YouTube would make things better or worse.

I immediately stopped thinking and pressed record. "Hey guys, this is my first video and I'm going to be talking about my problems and situations, that might sound really boring and stupid but the reason behind this is because I want to help others and tell everyone how bullying really can effect people."

Staring into the camera and talking about all my problems made me feel happy for once, it made me feel like I can get everything off my chest. "I however chose the wrong solution", I pulled down my sleeve and showed the camera my scars. "It's wrong, self harming is a really difficult subject and I can't express that enough."

After finishing my words I stopped and smiled while crying, I wiped my tears away with my sleeves and stopped recording, I turned my MacBook Pro on and started editing. I felt so happy, as if that broken part of me was starting to return.