Sunday and life was pretty dull. I sat in bed with the laptop on my lap and went through my accounts online. I saw that Elvira had written to me on Twitter. I smiled and answered her. Carl had looked me up on Facebook and I let him be my friend. I saw that many people had liked my photo on instagram. I had closer to five thousand followers and was a proud owner of my account. On Tumblr life went on and I found many pictures that I went fancy about. I had gained new followers and was satisfied.
My life was pretty simple. I hung out with friends and then I put it all out on the net. I loved to show off new clothes, the latest fashions and write about that life just was okay (or not). I guess I was a typical youth that didn't directly put weight on which I was talking to. I was suspicious for paedophiles and I kept myself away from those who wanted to have contact with me. My parents had taught me how I should be, which I followed.
It started as a simple little thing. One guy wanted to follow me on Instagram and I passed him to my private account. He pretended to be gay, live on Ireland and he had private photos of himself. He was cute, pretty ordinary and just seemed kind.
"You have many nice photos of yourself." he wrote. "I also like fashion."
I put little energy on him. Instead I answered short and lived my life on, until he sought more contact with me. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my nightmare.
Will be violence, rape and other like normal dislikes.
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