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Jade:
How did it go with Seraphina?
Did she give you any problems? If so, just say the word.
P.S. Don’t forget to post the video!
The video, right.
With everything else that had happened, I completely forgot about it.
Me:
Thanks for the reminder.
I ignore the rest of her messages since I don’t know what to tell her. Seraphina wasn’t mean or anything, but she couldn’t understand why this was so hard for me. Nobody could, not really.
Opening our shared drive, I find the video and download it to my phone before opening my Instagram app first. With the help of the mechanic voice, I navigate the app and post the video before going to check my notifications.
I was surprised by the number of people interested in knowing more about guide dogs. My small account grew from zero to over five thousand followers over the last few months, and people seem to like the content. Some even went as far as request what I should show them next.
I slide my thumb to the top of the screen, where I know notifications are and press my thumb over the icon.
“One thousand plus new followers, comments, and likes.”
One thousand?
What in the ever-loving…
My heart starts thumping loudly. It’s like a ticking bomb inside my head that’s just about to explode. I know I shouldn’t open it, my brain is screaming at me not to do it, but I can’t stop myself. My finger touches the icon and goes straight to the comments section.
Maybe it was just a viral video? I’ve never had one that would bring me so many new followers, but you never know. Maybe…
My thumb slides over the screen, the mechanical voice reading out loud the comments.
“This is the girl Bash Black is dating? As if that’d ever happen.”
“Look at her! How are you filming and posting this if you’re blind? Just an attention-seeking faker.”
“You’ll never be good enough for Bash!”
“Fucking bitch!”
More and more and more.
Each comment was more hurtful than the previous one, and for every good comment, there were at least ten bad ones.
“You should just kill yourself, and this would be—”
The sentence is cut off when my phone slips out of my hand.
A loud rumble goes through the room as my phone hits the keyboard, but I don’t bother picking it up. My whole body is shaking as past and present mix together. Panic squeezes my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.
No, no, no.
This couldn’t be happening.
Not now.
