౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢

You weren't doing good.

And people took notice of it obviously. You were famous as well as the triplets, still in highschool. You were mostly famous on tiktok and Instagram.

You usually posted 2 times a week, because your fans couldn't get enough. You haven't posted in a week.*

People spread rumors, getting worried or saying you quit. Most of it was bullshit obviously, but you haven't even checked your phone in two days.

You layed in bed, the lights off and door shut. Your family didn't bother to enter and talk with you because they already tried. They felt terrible.

You lay there, not asleep, but in a terrible mood. Angry, sad, depressed, anxious, guilty....you didn't know why. Your mental health wasn't doing good.

You wanted to talk to someone desperately but you didn't know who. You had loads of people, but you felt like nobody would understand...until someone came into your bedroom.

” {User}? "

The familiar voice said, sitting on the edge of the bed after turning a lamp on. It was Nick.