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Chapter 33

AN- For some reason I'm really inspired. So...here's another chapter...Yah no idea why I've updated more in the past two days than the past two months. Let's hope this trend continues. Sorry for ignoring Dani's POV but I honestly can't think of anything to write for her right now.

Christina's POV

I sigh as I sit down on my bed. I hear Katherine go in her room, and I think about getting up to check on her but I just don't have the energy.

I absently get out my phone and respond to a few text messages, letting people know that I'm "okay" and texting my boyfriend back. He is at work, so I know he won't see it for a few hours, but I still always respond to him as soon as I can. I see the hundreds of twitter notifications and take a deep breath before opening the app. I delete all the DMs immediately, not wanting to have to say the same thing over and over. I open up the posting window and stare at it trying to figure out what to say. Eventually I just shake my head and start typing.

"Hey guys, it's certainly been a crazy 24 hours for the Cimorelli family. In case you haven't seen the previous tweet, I want to assure you all that Lisa is alive. All of us would really appreciate prayers right now. I would also appreciate it if you all would stop spreading Lisa's video around, we deleted it for a reason and people really shouldn't see that. In light of recent events, there will be no videos this week and possibly next week. I would like to remind everyone that things you put out on the internet can affect people very badly. It is a real person that would be reading all of those things about themselves. It may not feel like it, but saying all those things while hiding behind a screen is just as bad as saying it to someone's face. Please, please, please think before you post. It could save a life."

I push the post button and wait a second to see if it worked. The comments already start pouring in, and I look at a few before going to my home page. I know I shouldn't, but I search up posts with mentions of Lisa and see so many. Many are positive or expressing sadness about her plight. But then I see others. People saying things like, "Good Riddance, I hope this ends up killing that fat untalented b****!" And "Too bad she didn't succeed, guess she can't even do that right. Lol" I can feel the pressure of my anger building in my chest and quickly scroll away from those comments before I do something I'll regret.

I don't know if those people realize what they are saying, but to see people saying things like that about my sister enrages me. Hell, people saying things like that to anyone would anger me. I close out of Twitter, and exhaustedly lay back against my pillows. I try to keep my eyes open, but I am just too tired. Soon, I fall asleep, the last thing in my mind being Lisa's body hanging from her ceiling.