Hello there! So guys, after this I promise the depressing stuff is over. I just wanted to show you that Kendall is really and truly emotionally unstable and when people (including myself) bottle things up, its going to eventually explode, and that is what happens in this chapter.

Ch. 25

Hidden in the darkest shadows of Toby's backyard, my back pressed up against the trees, Olga didn't see me when she stepped outside.

"Gryphon!" She shouted, her hands cupped around her mouth. I let him go, and he went scrambling to Olga.

Once she stepped back inside, I hopped up from the front of my spot of potential hiding and hopped the fence to the front door of his house. I had to make it casual, like I had dropped my stuff off and stepped outside because I forgot something or whatever. I opened the door to see Olga sitting on Toby's couch, her legs crossed. She smiled when I sat down next to her and pulled my knees up to my chin.

"Oh Kendall," she shook her head and sniffled. "I am so sorry for being such a bitch to you. You were right about everything. You are a sweet girl." When she looked up at me, I noticed her eyes were wet. Wow, no wonder she was popular on YouTube. She was a really good actor.

"I wish things could be different, but I have some devastating news to tell you. Toby has asked me to speak with you with because he doesn't want to break your heart. It's just…" she sighed and shook her head slowly. "He feels as if you two are still working out. It seems he has feelings still for me. He realizes that he told you differently, but some things are hard to admit, you know?"

Bullshit. Maybe I would have thought this to be true if I hadn't been eavesdropping. Whoops.

"Of course Olga, I understand." She smiled and patted my knee.

"Well, Toby ran to do some errands, he shouldn't be gone too long." I nodded my head as a lump began to form in my throat. I bit my tongue.

After she left, my decisions began pretty quick before I changed my mind. Toby thought I didn't love him and that I thought he was a selfish jerk who loved cared more about his career and YouTube fan base more than his girlfriend. I had to prove I loved him.

I had to.

I slid into the warm leather chair and started up Toby's webcam. I looked like shit, and I couldn't believe what I was doing. After wiping up most of my ruined and streaked makeup, I turned on the camera.

"Hi Toby, and Audience, I guess. My name is Kendall Lane. I am from Sacramento, California; and currently reside in Austin Texas.

"I'm not going to lie; I had a pretty crappy childhood. My father was a pushover and a coward, and my mother was an abusive alcoholic." I chuckled nervously. "I was declared mentally unstable at age 10.

"I have an older sister and a brother who died at age 17. My sister is one of my best friends, even to this very day. She did a lot for me. So hi, Klarisse, if you ever happen to see this. I love you a lot.

"I started to cut myself around age 16. I was at a really rough point in my life, and didn't have any friends to comfort me. I wrote a ton of suicide notes, and really planned on doing it." Tears began streaming down my face once more.

"Listen. If you cut yourself: Stop. If you plan on committing suicide: Don't. I know you feel like people can live better and more efficiently without you, but they can't. They will miss you terribly. Sometimes the best things come later in your life." I smiled and wiped my nose.

"I ran into Toby in a Starbucks coffee shop. No seriously, I seriously ran into him. It was painful. I thought he was crazy.

"Of course he was crazy, it's Tobuscus! I was shy and still emotionally unstable. He helped me break through my shell, and I am sure he has helped many others as well. I don't like talking to a camera and being on YouTube, but I do it because I love him.

"And I do love him. I love him a lot. He is pretty much the best thing to ever waltz into my life. He is loving and gentle, and does so many sweet things to lift my spirits. His friends are super sweet too, and they make me feel loved." More tears. Dear.

"So yeah. That is my story." I covered the camera and ended the recording, then quickly opened up YouTube. He had left open his account, so I posted it there without doing anything. I just hit upload and changed the title to "A Short Story."

Once it finished uploading, I sat there feeling proud of myself. That didn't last very long.

Doubt began to creep in. What if Toby gets angry I posted this on his channel? What if his fans get mad? I shouldn't have done this. What the hell was I even thinking?

"Too late now Ken. Deal with it." I noticed comments were rolling in, so I began checking some of them out.

What the hell was she thinking? Why didn't she just tell the damn man?

I miss Olga and Toby. :(

Well that was depressing.

She should probably see someone to discuss her problems.

Why didn't she post this to her own channel?

Sure there were some good ones. The number of bad seemed to outweigh the number of good in my eyes.

And before I knew it, I was in a full fit of rage, tears, snot, and all. I began smashing every bit of glass in the kitchen, cups, jars, anything. It didn't matter. I was a stupid bitch. Everyone was right. I never did anything right, and when I tried I failed.

The blade I dug into my skin welcomed me back into my old world of new levels of pain. I screamed in agony as I dug the blade deeper.

It suddenly dawned to me what I was doing, and I collapsed to the floor, dropping the kitchen knife on the ground with a clatter.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was that moment Toby walked in. It must have been awful to see what he saw, the kitchen floor covered in glass and food, and me in the middle with blood down my arm and a dirty blood stained knife next to me.

"I'm so sorry Toby, I'm so sorry." I cried over and over again, regretting everything. He bit his lip and dropped his stuff on the floor in an instant. He swept me up into his arms and whisked me away from the mess, down the hall to his bedroom, all with me still whispering I'm sorry over and over again.

He laid me down on his bed and grabbed a first aid kid from his bathroom. Quickly he cleaned and dressed my wounds, cleaning the deep cuts and wrapping it in gauze. Fortunately, they weren't stitches worthy cuts.

Afterwards, he got into bed and pulled me into his arms, yanking the covers over us. I was still cackling "Sorry," Like a mad man.

"Kendall, you don't need to be sorry about anything! I love you so much. I'm sorry about everything. I shouldn't have let Olga talk to you, and I shouldn't have let her talk me into her stories. I love you so much Kendall. I don't care about any of your flaws, because I can't see them. I don't care you are emotionally unstable, and we can deal with that together. I love you. I love you."

I stopped muttering. I could tell he was crying. He was just too wonderful. He was willing to deal with me and my craziness. I had never gone off the deep end like that. It was crazy.

He continued. "I saw the video you posted. I'm not mad, I promise, if that was what you worried about. And the audience seems to approve of you. Have you read the top comments?"

I shook my head no and sniffled while turning towards Toby. He helped prop me up against pillows.

After he brought it up on his laptop near his bed, I read through swollen eyes:

She is absolutely amazing for posting something like this. I can't wait to see her in more of Toby's videos. Happy for you, Toby. :)

Keeper. 3

I was shocked. What about all those bad comments? Had I made all that up?

"B-b-but there was so many…" I stuttered to get it all out, and Toby chuckled.

"Weren't you the one who told me that the people that made fun of us and posted jerky comments weren't really fans?" I blushed. Well, wasn't I the world's biggest hypocrite?

"Hey, I know how it feels. I feel awful sometimes reading what people have to say. I mean, I get blamed for copying every single day. Most of the time I respond with some smart ass remark and they leave me alone, but I know it's hard. You did an excellent job." He kissed the top of my head and pulled my closer to him after shutting the laptop and setting it back on the bedside table.

"Toby," I whispered. "I want to start a YouTube channel. I want to learn how to make videos and stuff."

"Are you sure Kendall? You don't have to do that for me."

"I want to do it for ME Toby."

"Alright then. I'll help." He kissed me again.

I fell asleep in his arms.