Creators Camp

How does a summer camp with your internet best friend and favourite YouTuber sound? What about having your whole past written in direct messages to that YouTuber with an abandoned Twitter account? What about having a past that could tear you away from the life you dream of living? It doesn't seem so easy anymore, does it?

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18. Part 17.

"Sarah open the door before I break it down!" Connor screamed.

No matter how much force I put against the door, I was still to weak.

He kicked it down and walked towards me raging, causing me to back into a corner.

"Please Connor you don't understand." I begged tearfully.

He stared down at me, pulling the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows.

"Connor no please!" I squealed sitting up abruptly.

He's not here, it was all a bad dream.

I'm here in his hotel room alone.

The three polaroid photos that Carrie included in the letter still sat on my bed side table.

My favourite one was propped up against the lamp; it was from when we snuck out for the night, and we took it as soon as midnight struck. I was tired so I put my hand over my face but Carrie adopted my usual face and stuck her tongue out. It might be the least attractive, but the cursive writing underneath it saying; 'for infinity, I promise xx' is what made me take a shining to it.

A loud knocking came from the other side of the door, at least I thought I was here alone.

"Who is it?" I called hesitantly.

"Who do you think?" An American accent that I recognised all to well asked.

It's him.

I sprang out of bed and adjusted all the locks, ensuring he couldn't get in.

"Open the door Ella."

"Leave me alone!"

"I swear to god if you don't open the door I'll-"

"You'll what? Open it for me? Good luck I've locked it so you can bang on the door and yell at me all you want Connor but you aren't getting to me!"

It all went quiet and I looked through the peep hole.

He's gone.

I'm safe.

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