Hey, PTX!

by carrie the small

When Kirstie clicks on a video labeled "Hey, PTX, Watch This!", she doesn't expect what follows. What follows is a cry for help in more ways than one. But how in the world can she and the rest of Pentatonix help a random girl from the middle of nowhere? Potentially triggering story, warnings inside. Rated M for safety, it's probably a high T. TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED.

1. Chapter 1

Harley

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I'm taking in deep breaths while the camera rolls. Deep breaths while I show the posters, one by one. Sometimes I smile, sometimes I'm close to tears, sometimes bad memories make me shudder a little. Well, no one will be able to deny that this video's got emotion behind it.

It's for Amara. It's all for Amara.

I hope and pray that she's still okay. She's got to be. This is for her.

Well, Ben, too. But mainly Amara.

I miss them. I saw them yesterday, and I still miss them. I'm scared beyond belief for them, too. What if I'm not enough? What if something happens? What would their parents do? Would they ever be the same? Of course not, which is why I have to do this.

I know they've all changed inside a bit already, but I consider this the final straw. This will be the last time for a long time that the Jackson family will have to deal with grief on this level. I'm determined to make it that way.

Just get on with it, Harley. Just make the video. Five more minutes, and you can go back inside and make yourself a mango smoothie and take some ibuprofen for the raging headache you're probably going to get.

I mentally drill myself with those words as I let all of YouTube see into my private life.

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I came up with this after listening to PTX nonstop while logging hours to get my driving license. Don't hate me for not updating my other stories, but this plot bunny was out of control!

Love you all,

carrie