CyberBully.

Claires POV

Chapter five-Im Done

I look at myself in the mirror and think that I am not this girl anymore. Im not Claire Danvers, the clever college girl who had 3 amazing friends. I am Claire Danvers, the slutty whore who gets with every guy there is. That is who I am now. That is who I have become.

I walk into my room and lie on my bed, not crying, not anything. Just lying there staring into nothing. Michael and Eve were at work and Shane was in his room listening to loud music. He didnt want to talk to me. He didnt care what happened to me. He just didnt care anymore. Then it hit me. I didnt want to live this life anymore. I didnt want to live like this. Trapped in my own world.

As the thought hits me I rush downstairs to grab the laptop. I unplug it and rush back upstairs, trying to avoid Shane coming out of his room but I failed. Just as I was going past his room his door flung open and I winced at his anger he had put into it. He just looked down at me. Then looked at the laptop I was holding onto so tightly in my arms. He just shook his head and went around me to the bathroom. I let out a huge sigh and felt like falling down on the floor and crying, but I had better things to do.

I rushed into my room and placed the laptop on my bed. I pulled up my chair and wipped at my face to get rid of the tears which were pouring out. I took one last look at the horrid posts on my wall. More tears were balling out of my eyes as I read. I had enough and closed down the page. I went onto the webcam and began recording.

'My name is Claire Danvers..'I began, talking to the camera.

Eves POV

I had my break while working at common grounds and decided I would go online to check facebook. I knew I shouldnt because I would see all the terrible things that were being said to Claire Bear, all the things that were making her so depressed. I clicked on her profile and looked at the recent posts. There was a video. Not posted by Monica, or Kim or anybody else. It was posted by Claire and the video was name 'CLAIRE DANVERS REAL VIDEO' I glanced around me to see if anybody was watching and clicked on the video. It was Claire. Sitting in her chair. Her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail and her face was red and puffy with tears. She wiped at her face before talking to the camera.

'My name is Claire Danvers.' She began. 'And I know you all hate me, I dont know why but I know you do. Hell, I hate me.' She says through her sobs. It didnt at all sound like Claire. Nothing like her. Because she was crying so much, you could barely understand her.

'All these things that are being said, I know they arent true. But hey, a lot of poeple believe them. Even the person I love the most believes it.' She says wiped her face for the hundredth time. 'I cant cope. I cant do it. I dont see the point in trying. The point in crying. The point in breathing. The point in living.' There was a long pause. Silence for a few seconds apart from the sniffles and cries coming from Claire and the distant sound of rock music.

'So I guess thats it then.' She says to the camera. 'Im done. Im not doing this anymore. Im done.' Another long pause and a loud cry erupted from Claire before she said the last word, 'bye' She says then the camera flicks off.

I find myself sitting in silence with tears rolling down my cheeks. I instantly take my phone of of my pocket and dial Claires number.

'Answer the phone Claire...' I say pasing the room while the phone rang. 'ANSWER THE PHONE!' I yell but the phone went dead.

'Hi this is Claire, I must be busy so please leave a message and I will get back to you' I hear the voice say from the other end. I curse under my breathe and phone Michael, grabbing my keys on the way out. I here Oliver yelling after me but I ignore him and rush in the car.

'Hello?' Michael says from the other end of the call.

'Michael! Oh my god Im so scared...Claire she..posted a video on Facebook and Im so worried!' I tell him, tears pouring uncontrolably down my face.

'Eve slow down, what do you mean a video?' Michaels tone was rushed and I could tell he was scared.

'I think...I think it was a suicide video' I say as a cry erupts from my mouth.

'Eve, get home NOW! Im coming, just go and get Claire' I hear the phone go dead and I put the keys in the egnition of my car, thinking of what I will find when I get home.