The Pack and Sidemen Oneshots

Vikklan- Vanish

Vikk's P.O.V.

I got a lot of hate, there was no point in trying to deny that. At first I ignored it, I knew I couldn't let it get to me and bring me down, but after years and years of letting it all pile up and pretend it didn't exist, I just broke down because I couldn't take it anymore.

The Sidemen couldn't see it, they were too focused on their own lives, their own channels and their own videos, to see how much hate I was getting. Sure I was getting kind comments, more than I ever had hate comments, but I couldn't help but not see them. I only saw the hate.

Eventually it just got all too much. I couldn't stand it anymore, I didn't want to record, I didn't want to edit, I didn't want to upload, all because I knew I would get hate. I shuddered just thinking about it, digging my fingers into my wrist as I tried to stay upright in my chair. I wanted to faint, pass out, not wake up.

I had thought about leaving long before that, but that was the only time I seriously wanted to up and leave my life behind. Move to a foreign country, start over where no one knew who I was and leave everything, the Sidemen, the Pack, my YouTube career, behind.

"Yeah." I whispered, looking over everything in my room and then out the door to where all of my roommates were. "I'm done."

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I left in the middle of the night, leaving almost everything I owned behind, giving no explanation to anyone. Not my roommates, my friends, my family. I simply grabbed my passport and a small bag with some essential items, booked a flight and left the country, in the process leaving everything I had ever known behind.

I didn't even care where the flight was going, I had money in my bank account and I could survive on my own for years if necessary, so I didn't care what I did at first. I found a cheap hotel, placed my one small bag inside, transferred all of my money into a new bank account and then destroyed my phone so no one could contact me again.

I was on my own in a foreign country, the only thing to my name was the money I had and I didn't have any plan. I didn't what to do, where to go, I didn't know who I was anymore, but all I knew was that I was out of the life I hated so much and it was okay.

It was okay.

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I settled down quiet quickly, in a district where most people spoke French and that was it. I was fluent in French, I had learnt it in school and although most people knew I was British because of my rather thick accent, they accepted that I was apart of their community.

No one asked where I had come from, they didn't ask about my past. I was a hard worker and I could work almost anywhere with no experience, so I became a bit of an odd job man, running errands and just being the everything guy around the community.

The pay was alright, enough to cover rent and food in my tiny one bedroom apartment, but the money in my bank account covered everything else and I lived comfortably. Finally I had something I had never had before.

I had community and people around me that would support me if I ever needed it, and I loved it. There were people there for me as much as I was there for them and in the small, tight-knit group of a few families and people like me, there was always support for me or anyone else. There was always something.

It was more than a year after I left London that I finally checked the channels of my ex-friends, to see what they had done in all the time I had been away. As I suspected all 3 of my channels were completely abandoned, no uploads in a year except for one from the boys saying that I had gone missing.