♀800 Followers Special♂

Summary; Talking to the wrong people on the Internet can turn you into a victim.

Y/n's P.o.V

Talking to random people on the Internet is like talking with strangers in real life. Kids ignore the masks and scream out their deepest secrets along with their identity. You never know if that young girl named Nicki is actually her and not a rapist or a kidnapper behind a beautiful mask. This is internet and if you want to make friends and enemies you have to make a sacrifice.

Two years ago, i had made an account on a social media. I was waiting for my end as i was diagnosed with depression and the medicines weren't making me better. I could feel my life slipping away more and more every day. Everything was getting worse and worse until i met a guy there named Liam Wilson. He was a brilliant 18-years old boy living his life in New York.

I had received a random day a message from him saying he wanted to make more friends. We started talking, he was giving me advice and was there for me when i was in need of him. I felt hope in me, a shiny little star giving me light and reasons to fight and survive. According to his profile pic, he had dirty blond hair and dark green eyes reminding me the pine trees. Anyway, we became best friends in a couple of weeks and soon found ourselves falling for each other. And then, he disappeared. His account was deleted and i never talked with him again. My depression was away and so the medicines. Liam was always hiding his little self in the back of my mind and his advice was written in my diary. His wise words became my quotes. I still remember him sending me a message every morning asking me if i had a shower and ate breakfast. He was worried about me and every single of my moves. He was telling me to draw my feelings out, sing loudly my favorite songs or just hum to make the stress go away. He liked personally chewing pens when he was anxious and i was finding it cute to say the truth.

Now, two years after i am seventeen with my family and a few friends. I made a twitter account so i could chat with my friends. A random morning, like that from two years ago, a message appeared in my inbox from a guy named Liam Wilson. My eyes widened as i was shocked. We started chatting, he made sure that i was remembering him. He was twenty now and was studying in Calarts. I was so happy that my old friend was back in my life and couldn't wait to talk with him. When i asked him why he had disappeared he said that his parents were divorcing and he had many issues as he had to move out and adapt to a new environment but he never forgot me

He told me that he didn't have a video camera so we couldn't have a video chat and that his phone was currently broken and he had to save money to buy a new one. Summer was close and he had told me that he was coming to Los Angeles for the summer. We could meet and have fun. He gave me a date and a place to meet.

"Let's meet at this abandoned warehouse that is outside LA. About 8 pm, hope you'll be there."

It was suspicious, all of this was suspicious. The video chat, the broken phone, the place and the hour. I had to go, it was my last opportunity to meet him close and talk with him. We could laugh and tell stories and spend the day together before the summer ends and he has to go back to California.

I dressed up and put make up, i wanted to seem as beautiful as i can. I took my bicycle and went to thee warehouse. Walking in and looking around the only thing that i found was a grown man smiling and waving at me.

My dreams were knocked down and i was sweating badly. I was so lost, my thoughts were rushing like crazy ignoring the man that was walking towards me.

"Hello y/n!" his voice was deeper than i was expecting. His hand moved grabbing mine but i had already freaked out.

"Who are you?", he took a huge breath, his body was trembling. "I am Liam! You know, the guy you're chatting with! Oh god you are magnificent."

I tried backing away but he narrowed his eyebrows confused. "What's wrong? I know i don't look like i am in my twenties and not like the picture on my profile pic but i promise i am a good guy!"

He acted sad, i was creeped out. In front of me there was a grown adult, probably in his thirties, with brownish hair and amber eyes. His smile was sure charming but i wanted to leave immediately.

"Where are you going?" he titled his head. "You are an adult, you lied to me! I was talking all those years to a.. creep!" he got angry with my words and before i knew he made sure i had blacked out.

When  i woke up i was tied down on a chair. He was staring at me from the corner of the room i was lonely before getting closer to me.

"My dear Y/n.. I am so sorry for that... I just had to make sure that you'll come home with me. My name is Alexander Robert Hirsch but you can call me Alex. I am sorry for lying, i am thirty-two years old." he was so comfortable splitting out all this information. 

"I had to leave you but i am back. A friend of mine find my profile and our chat and he deleted it. He thought i was trying to rape you or something worse. Crazy, hu?" he let his fingers through my hair.

 "I fell in love with you from the first time i saw your profile pic but in your old account. It was hard finding you but after so many tears i found you in Twitter. What a surprise!" he was a sick motherfucker.

"We will be forever and ever together.. I don't give a damn about your school, you should forget it. Who needs education when they have found true love, hu?" he smiled sweetly caressing my cheek that was covered in tears."

"And if you try escaping or going against me, i want you to know that i have enough money and fame to turn all your words into lies. I have worked for Disney and have millions of brainwashed fans that would support me." he giggled happily. Because the last thing i wanted today was to be kidnaped by a Disney guy.

"Miss Y/n. You must learn to forgive the people who have "hurt you." You must." i gulped, this was plain insanity.

"Because i am here to turn your dreams into paper planes. I don't want you to leave me here alone and every scenario is possible. You are here to learn how it is being me." i wanted to go home.

"Hasn't your mom ever told you to not talk to strangers on the Internet?"