𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

t_s_forever

shit.

i'm such a fucking idiot.

love how when i came here i wasn't supposed to talk to anyone and now i 'want to' like george.

i can't do this right? like george is famous and there are people that can't find me. i don't want to put alex and george in any more trouble.

do i run now? or do i wait until tyler's gone and run?

the more people i let in the more people can just walk right out again.

"um, can i take a shower?" i ask alex, my heart still racing.

he nods and says i can use george's bathroom. i take some fresh clothes from my bag and a towel and head to his room.

at 4am last night i didn't really get a good chance to look in his room, so i decided to have a nose around.

i spot the memeulous bandanna, sunglasses and hat on a chair next to his desk. on his desk is his pc setup which looks fucking expensive. how much money is he actually making off this youtube thing huh?

i slide open his wardrobe door to see mostly black clothes. explains a lot. nearly identical to what my wardrobe looks like.

the rest of his room is pretty generic to be honest. i was kinda hoping to find some deep dark secret but i guess not.

i walk into his bathroom and set my things down on the floor. the shower was so posh, and i mean fucking posh. i can't imagine how much he pays for this place.

my apartment was the cheapest one in the building and i'm not used to seeing all this fancy shit.

i notice a cabinet hanging on the wall above the sink with a mirror on the front. i open it and see two different bottles of pills, both subscribed to a george andrews. one was labelled chlordiazepoxide and the other labelled paroxetine.

wait, george is on anxiety medication and anti-depressants?? i mean he opened up to me about his anxiety but i had no idea it was this bad.

now i feel even worse dragging him into my shit.

poor george.

i shut the cabinet and decide not to intrude anymore. it takes me a while to figure out how to work the fancy shower, but eventually i figure it out and hop in.

i turn the temperature up because i can only have hot showers if you have cold showers you're a psychopath. just saying.

after my shower i change into a oversized hoodie and some shorts. the hoodies big enough to cover just above my knees so i should be okay. i leave my hair down to dry.

i walk out of george's room and head to the sofa, grabbing my phone from my hoodie pocket.

i go onto my instagram and check the comments of my last post again. i might be a little paranoid. even if people found my instagram i doubt they could figure out where i am.

i mean the captions are super vague and i haven't mentioned my name, age or where i live.

i scan through the comments to find no suspicious ones, then move onto checking my dms.

i reply to a few followers who ask questions or just want a message back, i love it when they reply back saying i've made their day or something. honestly it makes mine too.

i always get dms like 'pUssY' 'sHOw yOuR fAce UglY bItCh' so i'm used to those, but i spot one which is a little bit off.

14th September

t_s_forever

4:23 am: Checkmate bitch.
6:48 am: You know you want to reply.

15th September

12:03pm: You don't remember me? I expected better from you Thea.
5:25pm: Cmon Thee, I just want to apologise :(
8:17pm: Look Thee i know where you are, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.

Today

3:09am: Okay, hard way it is. Don't complain if things don't go your way from now on.

what. the. fuck.

oh god, the username makes this so much worse oh my god.

and the nicknames. they sting more than i thought they would.

i look around me for alex, i think he's in his room. thank god he can't see me freaking out.
i struggle to catch my breath and i can't stop my hands from shaking.

the fuck do i do now? i can't let him find me. because i know damn well that he'll hurt the people i love before me just to hurt me even more.

no one can know about this. like seriously. this is actually a matter of life or death.

i can't go to the police either, i used fake passports to leave the country because of my age. and if i lie and the truth comes out i'm going to look fucking guilty.

i calm myself down and accept the dm request.

my shaky fingers slowly type out a reply.

today

wait :4:37pm